Enough 'Stick' poems, I'll have a forest! |
Stick Indelible: the words remain etched, inked, embedded in my brain to echo and reverberate: added heartbeats throb and pulsate repeated refrain with story poetical— lost within mobius—wording indelible. Because we love beyond the pale See past failings into us. ‘Call Of the Stick’—it connects us strong— If for each other—can’t go wrong. We are stuck tighter than glue: when push becomes shove, Each other’s other half: Complete because we love Form: ▶︎ |