Lust for Life

The heart behind the sternum shivers from time to time;
breath subdued, bone, flesh and blood all frail,
while inside this old instrument, fickle soul makes rhymes –
a precious written gift holds innocence entwined,
staves off paradise, afterlife sublime.
To make the most of this life is my aim.

I used 20 of the words from We Write Poems huge Wordle No.7

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7 Responses to Lust for Life

  1. Beautiful rhymes and beautiful images. This poem literally breaths, and you can read the life in it both inside and between the lines.

    -Nicole

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  2. Alice Keys says:

    Very nice interlude for my morning. 🙂

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  3. ms pie says:

    something so sweet as a life worthy of the living…. underneath all that…. beautiful

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  4. 1sojournal says:

    Ohh, I know that feeling and thank you for putting it all into words,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

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  5. colonialist says:

    Good recruitment selection and job allocation, both!

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  6. catterel says:

    Exquisite – very moving, and challenge more than met. Thank you.

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  7. rosross says:

    Lovely Viv and heart-felt.

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