I write you poetry that I may never show you

Posted byLeigh-Anne FraserPosted inPoetry

I write you poetry
That I may never show you
Words unfinished, unyielding
On ripped notebook pages
And scrap pieces of paper

Lines of life drawn
In connecting arrows
Between us
Hushed by evening and
A touch
to remember the unknown
Like a breath into hollow empty lungs

Shards of a glass heart gathered
With each beat
A thought held in fear
threatens collapse in its wake
Still you are here

I write
And I may never show you
Thoughts barely spoken
Much less dared to be thought
But somehow reaching out to you
Like a thousand tiny wings
In that delicate wind, I find myself again

~ lei fraser 2012

Published by Leigh-Anne Fraser

writer, poet, photographer, artist, illustrator, knitter,friend and fine pancake flipper

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