No rhythm No rhyme.
I write from the inner chambers,
From a place guarded by bones,
From a chest that contains a priceless gem,
I write from Heartland.

No rhythm No rhyme.
I let my thoughts escape,
I give birth to silent words in the upper room,
I let them speak,
They find expression through my fingers.

No rhythm No rhyme.
Thoughts linger and I wonder,
Should this be asunder,
Scattered like the winds,
From the North, west, south and east.

No rhythm No rhyme.
This is not my focus,
I let not my heart be troubled by what comes,
I let the magic of poetry flow,
As my heart express it’s glow💡

© Emerald pen