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A Poet, Who Me

A Poet, Who Me? Claiming to be a poet I see Is daunting When we Consider That there are those Who ply that trade Who write themselves Clear Of noise Of fog Who share themselves Boldly From mountain From gutter I like a child Emerging See That All around Are poets that inspire In words that delight The question shall be When facing an never ending Library of poems Shall I put down my pen To say Not me Or shall I too choose To honor Inside To honor This voice As it spills out of me Onto page after page To dam it up Cruel Like my mother Constipated In pain Knowing that Only In allowing Will growth occur From seed To sprout I rise From nothing to beauty From below To the sky above Watch me soar I am the poet Of my life I am the writer Of my soul I am the dreamer Of my dreams I am the dancer For the one Who dances in and through My heart

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Date: 4/8/2016 11:00:00 AM
Continue to be the poet that you are Gordon:-) If you had told me two 1/2 years ago that I would be writing poetry I would have laughed out loud as I disliked poetry at school ... but my husband's cancer has sent me on an amazing journey:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 4/8/2016 9:05:00 AM
DO your thing ... cause you r one awesome poet loved your poem - fullmoonsway :)
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