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My Passion

I know that I shall always see more beauty in my words than thee. I know that I can't concentrate, upon the garden, but on the gate. To open wide this holy door, that others seem to think a bore; and capture every line and verse, within the space that I immerse. Poetic verse is my caffeine, prepared with leaves of nicotine. Poems I think we should suppose, have been around longer than prose. Word surge, in mindless prying, while in my bed I am trying, to catch a quick few winks of sleep. Waking up to hopefully reap, words, a line, a poetic treat, metered, measured in rhythmic beat.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 5/13/2016 11:57:00 PM

BILL, Fantastic writing, glad to read your poem tonight. Forever ~LINDA~

Skat A

Date: 5/12/2016 9:36:00 AM

Bill D, creative and well done. Thank you for sharing. **SKAT**

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 8/13/2009 10:41:00 AM

There is so much more to life than we actually "see" and when we do make a discovery, our pens move to verse. This delightful poem is "a poetic treat, metered, measured in rhythmic beat." But never stop exploring. See the garden, not just the gate, and the inspiration will overwhelm you. Awesome write, Bill, and like you, I get much of my inspiration in an alpha state just as I am preparing to sleep. Great work! Love, Carolyn

Frances King

Date: 8/12/2009 4:56:00 PM

Inspired by "trees" again, Bill??

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 8/12/2009 5:11:00 AM

Go for it Bill. You can and will do it. Look what you did with this one. Exceptional writing. Love, Carol

Sara Kendrick

Date: 8/11/2009 4:35:00 PM

Nicely done. Keep writing. Sara