Poem: Dancing with Words
I love to dance with words and sing,
Amongst the daffodils and exotic frangipani.
Words drift in on a shifting breeze,
Shaking the shadows of tall green trees.
Vibrating they hum with the buzz of a bee ?.
At times pirouette before my gaze,
On a spiderweb in the dew covered haze.
Or the six black dots on a ladybird red,
Dance and spin on a leaf in my head.
So with the music of this once born life.
We chose the joy to the strife.
We chose to dance not to fight.
We chose the true and do the right.
We share a smile and dry a tear.
The words we hear.
Liam 2018 July