Bars Not Sripes Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Bars Not Sripes

Rating: 2.8


Caged within my hope, displaced with face,
honored grace, your hand I touched so awed.
Living bars the music inked, spattered down, it
made you think, tomorrow what will come.
Floating mind is it there, maybe here,
drifting round your place of lost and found

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
ata khan 11 February 2009

Yes it is poetry: -)

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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