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Poems by Inchiki



 


Thursday Song



life is not a line
to live from end to end
life is but a canvas
upon our brush to wend

life is not a novel
to read and then say ‘hum’
life is like a garden
the work is never done

life is not a measurement
a span in time to know
life’s a restful pond
a stone at which we throw

life is not an hour
a year of half a day
life is just a field
for hearts like ours to play

life is not a fragment
of some much larger thing
life is more a magnet
a flame to draw us in

life is not an apple
to bite perchance to chew
life is something else
what I wish I knew






Rhymes for a Mood  2007