Too old
Too damaged
From the weight of the baggage
Romance can be trifling
Offers beguiling
Bones now do creak
As the heart has grown weak
Though a medley of songs
Linger on through this throng
Artistry shines
Through the strange, bad, benign
The thrill just to write
By day or by night
Minds set aflame
By the tales called by name
From sweet little ditties
Even thoughts though “unpretty”
Addictive enough
For souls to be touched …
Comments
Blessing | December 2, 2011 - 15:13
"Unpretty"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2gy1Evb1Kg
skinner_jennifer | December 2, 2011 - 16:15
Hi Blessing,
I really loved the message in this poem and it went
so well with the video.
Great read.
Jenny.
Mark Heathcote | December 3, 2011 - 01:12
Nice message Blessing :)
ScoZen | December 3, 2011 - 16:42
Nice little tale.
"...the weight of the baggage..."
Learn to travel light dear Blessing.
Blessing | December 3, 2011 - 18:32
"Baggage" is a term we use in the trade dear ScoZen for want of a better word.
Thanks for your comment Jennifer. Just a nudge to spare a little more thought before diving into something.
Mark - thanks for dropping by as always.
FallenAngel | February 10, 2012 - 12:18
very poetic and true, i really like the use of rhyme and the inner message :)
Blessing | February 10, 2012 - 14:09
Finding your way around then FallenAngel! Appreciate the comment. Seems like an age ago I even wrote it now ...