Time To Write

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    Time To Write

    Standing still.
    The wind is clam.
    I take a breath,
    enjoying the moment.

    A beautiful day,
    That is what this is.
    A perfect time,
    to write.

    A pencil in hand,
    The words flow,
    onto this parchment,
    As the wind starts to blow.

    Now it is a storm.
    My words, they howl.
    A story emerges,
    from the debts of my heart.

    I cry as the pain,
    runs through the lead,
    bleeding like the tears,
    of my soul.

    A song this is,
    with a perfect melody.
    Words are the notes,
    of this emotional song.

    With every line,
    my heart tears,
    open even more,
    to let out its words.

    When all has concluded,
    I stand still,
    take in a breath,
    and enjoy the moment.

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    deebo72 commented on Time To Write

    02-02-2009

    passion,purpose...i like

    NayInLove commented on Time To Write

    02-02-2009

    great poem!!

    stormimartin commented on Time To Write

    02-02-2009

    very nice!

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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