I am not big on poetry, and not great at spelling or grammer, but every now and then a poem gets started in my head and I write it down. So I thought maybe I would start posting some of them here.
Feel free to let me know what you think!
This is the first one I have written in a long time:
For That One
Riddles and rhymes are not my thing
I have to know
I have to understand.
When sharing the depths of eternal things
I want you to know
I want you to understand.
I struggle with the pen
Yet words must be declared
For that one soul to hear
For that one soul to understand.
My paintings sing without saying a word
They tell of these things I need to share
For that one to know
For that one to understand.
The brush gives me no struggle
It speaks clearly of eternal things
Things my soul knows
Things it understands.
By Fawn McNeill Barr