Cut To The Heart Poem by Francie Lynch

Cut To The Heart



Children scribble words
To fairies and saints,
Holding pencils
Like wands;
Hoping wishes
Swoop through the night.
They're right.

We pen words
Of worldly concerns,
Holding our wands
Like scalpels;
Hoping our lines
Find marrow and heart.
It's our art.

Friday, March 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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