soft rain on hot stone
your hand on my heart
essential actions
action
I knew what was right
I knew what was right
When I saw it
I saw what was right
So I did it
I did what I did
And I meant it
I saw what was right
So I did it
On World Poetry Day she said
Don’t like poetry. Don’t like poems.
She said.
I like words.
She said.
Your words. Not poems.
She said.
I did.
Silver tongue
They said he had a silver tongue, but his golden words were honey for her heartache. The sweet balm took the burn away and this once, just this once, the words did not fade with time but lived on in truth and in the actions he delivered.
