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AdviceTo Poets

Do not lament a midnight heat
That cannot move from head to feet,
That aches for words, but will retreat
When summoned bare at noon.

No fleeting wisp or taunting sprite
Can force an insight into sight.
You simply write because you write
To share with all in tune.

Your poem must have its time alone
Before it speaks for more than one;
The best of poems are never done--
The worst are done too soon.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 12/3/2017 2:03:00 PM
Words of wisdom. Well said, Jerrell.
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Jerrell Jones
Date: 12/4/2017 7:23:00 AM
Thanks.
Date: 10/30/2015 11:51:00 AM
Hey Jerrell, I am still here enjoying your poems. This is so insightful and true. Inspiration is not a fleeting emotion. It lifts your soul into the words you want to express. And sometimes you just have to "wait for it". Be Blessed, Neva
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Jerrell Jones
Date: 12/4/2017 7:24:00 AM
Thanks.