The Headstone’s Poetry


My hands ache with hope
as my pen lifts
tomorrow’s soul
blood lines and time
guide the journey
of life’s prose

The first letter
the first word
the first line
befriends the light
of the dark womb
there isn’t enough paper
to heal the pain
of the pen’s open wound

So I engrave my life in stone
and scream aloud
so there is no doubt that you hear me
my words
my heart
my soul
this thing, this love
is my poetry

These unspoken words
filled with life’s red ink
are only worth a few short years
when then the stone’s face
will tell my story
of blood colored tears

And the whispered words
from the bleeding pen’s grief
quietly
etches the last letter
the last word
and the last line
for all of eternity

this has a beautiful flow

Always like reading you,

"Life's red ink"

Excellent write.....

Awesome write. : )

mig, i hope i always find you here, it would not be the same
without your ink

Just awesome Mig..

Wow . . . I'm humbled. Thank you all for giving me such wonderful compliments.