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Mind full ness
She cant help the words
That spill from her pen,
They suddenly scrawl across the page
Seemingly out of nowhere
If not taken to stain the white
They disappear without a trace
Of remembrance,
As if written by anothers hand
That spill from her pen,
They suddenly scrawl across the page
Seemingly out of nowhere
If not taken to stain the white
They disappear without a trace
Of remembrance,
As if written by anothers hand
Published 23rd May 2018
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23rd May 2018 5:51am
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23rd May 2018 6:14am
Jemac, in the first stanza you describe very well the way I feel when poetry flows fully formed from the mind. It's a spiritual experience.
23rd May 2018 6:58am
Anonymous
23rd May 2018 1:42pm
This is a beautiful way to express the need for the pen. So beautiful and so true :-)
...Willow
...Willow
23rd May 2018 11:56pm
i really adore the flow of words here jeje...in all ur brevity
esp. these verses syncs in a permanence of a felt essence..
signifying silence as well as the needed artistry of words to translate this immense feltness...
'They suddenly scrawl across the page
Seemingly out of nowhere
If not taken to stain the white "
such beauty is this poetry a poetic soul ..
write on shine on dear xx:)
esp. these verses syncs in a permanence of a felt essence..
signifying silence as well as the needed artistry of words to translate this immense feltness...
'They suddenly scrawl across the page
Seemingly out of nowhere
If not taken to stain the white "
such beauty is this poetry a poetic soul ..
write on shine on dear xx:)
25th May 2018 6:22pm
I can think of so man moments where your words have spilled out of you and touched me deeply. I can remember one poem in particular I had to print and frame on my wall. Always beautiful.
26th May 2018 11:32pm
A perfect example how some poems just write themselves and a perfect example how some poets are born to write. A beautiful poem!
