Friday, January 4, 2013

Poem: Without


By: Joi Maree Flowers

Without space to move
Without ears to hear
Without words to speak
Without an audience to cheer

Without lyrics to write
Without a drum to beat
Without a band to play
Without a singer to sing

Without sleep to dream
Without a reason to mean
Without a hope to have
Without a legacy to pass

Without seeds to plant into the soil
Without water sprinkled to nurture its growth
No roots will sprout forth
Therefore no tree will grow

Without a path to follow
Without a door to enter
Without a sight to see
There's no tomorrow to be 

As is poetry
Without a metaphor
Such is life
Without a purpose

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