PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

A million ways to spend a day

Not tried them all but have to say



That if I had the way to when

I’d quiet find and open then



The pages of the poet’s hand

Then fly away to distant land



Or feel the fire of deep desire

Submersed in words, I’d never tire



Or float through worlds that few have known

No boundaries there, no thoughts of home



Nor caring what is real or dream

As feelings flow like crystal streams



Which feelings I am lost to find

Inside my heart, inside my mind



In daily walk amongst the dead

Cast to the sea with boots of lead



I feel that I would drown and die

My only hope the thought that I



Can find again the way to when

I’m all alone with such a friend -



The healing words of poet hands

The only words I understand



…Jeff Bresee