Douglas Brown Poet Free verse

A Life of Its Own

(For Lonely Poets)

We search for something-

anything-

with a life of its own.

We write,

write more

and more again.

In future dusts

and winds,

glare and green

will we meet our words,

alive, waiting,

never gone?

More likely

someone else

will hold them,

say them,

sing them.

See!

They live!

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Fran Delaney-Barron October 26, 2023 at 9:41 PM Words have power! We write so people might hear and say them someday, without that effort, they are lost. I like your expression of the importance of this. Douglas Brown October 27, 2023 at 8:59 AM Thank you !!!