a collection of words

This is not a letter.

I'm not writing to tell you how to better live your life.

 

This is not a book, a novel nor a magazine;

not meant to be seen by those in the scene, nor worth another glance

should you chance upon it.

 

These are not the scribblings of a mad man or child, nor the wild meanderings

of a famous author in exile.

 

This is a poem,

written on the spur of the moment and showin' it.

Literacy is lost today anyway and I grieve

as I see the children abandon words for wounds

and the Song of Solomon for the whistling of war.

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[Emily B]

it is always a good day to see a collection of your words

I always come back to words like these