PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Wearing the sun like linen
and rain like galaxies
that fell from a fairy’s sky
it simply lives
and inspires minds to see
the world a little differently.

Sprinting through hours
my heart is clawed by the world
and I wonder if life is just
something that feeds the
weak to the strong
while somewhere out there,
forgotten,
grows a heaven-clad flower:
no mind
no hands
no fear
just faith

and a language some call silence.
In silence I carve a path
through forever

and become the lily.

Patricia Joan Jones