Wordsworth

Wordsworth 

 

I read the lines of poetry, 

Words penned by others, 

Letters written bold of emotions shown, 

Of beauty and of beautiful things, 

Flowers dancing in the wind, 

Soaring in the skies and floating with the clouds, 

Of heartbreak and sorrow, 

A day after tomorrow, 

Oh what would it be like to pen such words? 

To express a feeling from within, 

Where to start, 

Writing from the heart a pen can begin, 

As the ink starts to sing, 

The Heart of a Broken Man 

Letters dance onto a page, 

Words joined together forever, 

Written for history, 

What are these Wordsworth, 

To be shared,

Are they worthy to be read?