Poetry is heart language. Nothing about life is beyond the romance of verse. Sometimes it gushes, other times trickles, but it all comes from the center of our emotions. Poetry is meant to be read aloud, even in whispers. Read it slowly, naturally, as you would a letter from home. I hope my work both charms and disturbs you. But mostly, I hope you see some of yourself in these reflections of my soul. ~ James M. Woods
She said
My shoes needed shinned
Missing completely
My smile
My eyes
Even my hand
Against her cheek
All trying to tell her
I loved her.
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Monday, October 17, 2016
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