Miscellaneous:

[zaac]

Sticks and dots
amid wavering silence;
echoing the lines
on my face.
Kept in measure,
a quarter-four;
or whatever
my heart dreams
it is.

A tapestry
woven in time,
gently held
as a bird in hand.
So delicate rolling,
never shaking,
Except with
magic wand
to bring
a wistful smile.

Blended, mixed
so softly now.
The gentle rest,
a butterfly;
Downy soft,
yet strength of steel
in the music of my heart

[Patricia_Lynn]

This one is nice I am going to read them all. I read the first one, liked it too. A bit hard to understand, but most poems are not easily understood. This one gives me a lil insight. Keep up the writing zaac. I enjoy reading the poems. Okay, off to my next one