Form: Envelope Quintet
The final farewell hurts the most,
but always should be said clearly,
no room for close, even nearly
does not suffice. I pay dearly
for art, but words no longer cost.
A picture forms a thousand words,
but no image appears in letters,
I'm tired of being in fetters
restrained by form and post setters,
in ink I fly free with the birds
©JGFarmer2013
A Garret Poet 