poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


Here's another versive
At times a bit less reusive
If I wrote in cursive
I doubt that you could read

My words are obtrusive
Yet everything on earth lives
For a sense of justice
They are worthy, they need

Something new and unique
Words they cannot speak
Sounds they cannot hear
A silence drawing near

A storm slowly rising
Up onto the horizon
Like tapestry we linger
Without voice, a singer