Open Poetry #50 |
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To Write |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA ![]() |
To write might be a calling, Or maybe it’s a choice. Or even a compulsion- To give subconscious voice. However you define it- It is very plain to see: Whether curse or blessing, The thing applies to me. I put aside my writing, For more than seven years. That I have lost my gift with words, Is one of my worst fears. But still I write of things I saw, And things I’ve never seen. I write of barren deserts- And meadows lush and green. Of women I have chanced to meet- Some good and others bad; Of men I’ve fought, and worked beside, And friends I never had. So I will keep on writing- As long as I have breath, My pen will cease to scribble, When my eyes have closed in death. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Amen. I think our writing is the voice of our soul...something that may not be visible in everyday life for some of us. I've made conscious choice to lay down the pen a few times...have almost always regretted it. keep writing my friend. |
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Alison![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I feel your words, John. I stopped writing about six years ago. I dream in words - beautiful words. One day, I might try to put them in a poem. A |
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