Pen And Brush!

you are the poetry
that i cannot write,
the raw and simple beauty

my words cannot define....
the fire too hot, too close,
singeing the corners

of my heart.
the pulsing of life itself,
that began before,

and will last beyond....
you are the touch of life,
that i follow madly,

pen and brush in hand!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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