My words are a drop of water
drowning in the everlasting ocean of every day thoughts

My words are a helium balloon on a breeze
wondrous awe
for a moment, then
floating away higher and higher, then
out of sight
loosing air until no more
lies abandoned forgotten
cannot be retrieved nor re-blown to create wondrous awe ever again.

So, here is my prayer to thee
Let the time be mine and
Let my hands be free
when those words descend on me
when the muse speaks.
That the ink may flow in sync with the muse, and
pen them down as fast they propose, then
them words might outlive me
to give someone someday
a sliver of hope
a change of heart
a place to call home.

Prayer of A Poet #OctPoWriMo Day 4
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9 thoughts on “Prayer of A Poet #OctPoWriMo Day 4

  • October 7, 2018 at 3:54 am

    words are such an amazing thing, gives us expression, gives a means of being human from the deepest part of us. I like how you treat your words with kindness and grace.

  • October 6, 2018 at 9:07 pm

    If just words could be pillars,
    we’d see them
    instead of the gravel and rubble
    of words we once built…

    you made me think, but I share the hope

    • October 7, 2018 at 12:25 am

      That’s an apt response to my poem, Bjorn. Thanks for the comment

  • October 4, 2018 at 11:44 pm

    Absolutely lovely, and so relatable! You write beautifully, and reading your work is delight and pleasure.


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