poems in my sock

poems in my sock

 

the heart of words are

 writing themselves on my wall

falling into my sock

made of yarn

white wool

size small

 and oh the heart of words fell

into my sock

rhythms, poetics

slurred out upon air

how i roll off

my tongue

and just said nothing

but the pain i felt

as tears drizzle on

 i keep my feet warrn

beneath the heavy fabric of

my skin

with words dropping on

breaking into  verses

 

and i say, "poems in my sock"

 

~

©2008 Kai C.