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.



  2. Alice Keys says:

    Very nice interlude for my morning. 🙂


  3. ms pie says:

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


  4. 1sojournal says:

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



  5. colonialist says:

    Good recruitment selection and job allocation, both!


  6. catterel says:

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


  7. rosross says:

    Lovely Viv and heart-felt.


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