|GONE WITH THE BONE
(by jann c castor, somewhere, sometimes)
A wise man told me once:
"Words with no action
Or like a hollow wind
I argued till dawn,
"Believe in your senses, and learn what defies them".
Baffled and doubtful
So I went away
I met those who worshipped
Being hollow made nothing.
Fearing myself was my death
Oh, if I could only whisper to my lover
There would be no illusion or a need to write this poem.
.copyrightĘ Jann C. Castor © 20018,WGA