i am wearing literary clothes
trimmed with the hope
of revealing the joy
that is wrapped around me
hugging me is a shawl of letters
laced with the desire
to showcase the faith
that is upon my shoulders
my neck is adorned with a chain of conjunctions
bejeweled with the expectation
of linking the moments
that would build my tomorrows
under my feet are shoes of periods
dotted with the fear
of having the tests of life
curtail this dream
my words fail to clothe me,
for the poverty of language
dresses me in rags
and my feet are bare.
so i utter
'i love you'
instead.
this is my crown.
love is what is left at the end of the day.
From: melbourne, victoria, Australia
About me: i'm a wanderlust and a warrior of life. i have hordes of nomads and soldiers waiting to wander this sometimes barren and sometimes lush landscape of my head. i send them forth. they are my words. my weapon of choice: purple prose
posted by lei at 1:33 PM
"my words fail to clothe me,
for the poverty of language
dresses me in rags
and my feet are bare."
Wow...what words and what expression. I love your work. Keep it up!