I see the hours you dedicate
Mulling over rhymes
Nights observing the pen in your hand
Hoping it will leap forward and write
I see the beautiful chaos
You scribble onto pages
The radiance of your sunshine
And the war within that rages
Homogeneous creatures
Poets can often seem
Like evolved from some great ancestor
Or we emit the same energy
You, too, are probably searching
Where in this world to build a home
We’re a wandering herd of lost writers
Know that you are not alone
SWD 01/2018
Updated 06/2018
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I love “beautiful chaos”. Great job!
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Nice one…š
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You just perfectly described how I often feel. Very good one :-)Not alone indeed
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wow! wow! you penned it down so neatly.
loved it.
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Really speaks to me.
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I like it. Sounds like what I do everyday.
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Yes, resonates. (:
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Love this – “Poets can often seem/Like evolved from some great ancestor”
To the tribe of poets – I raise this cup!
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So true! Well done.
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