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There's not a story in your soul that you wish to spill? Not an idea in your hand that you want to see spread? You fancy yourself a Master of Words but they evade you Like bruised hounds fleeing a man with a stick Do not fear the blank page nor the words that sound like echoes Write the poetry already written on your insides What phrases traverse the length of your intestines? What concepts lie printed on the pink of your brain What words cling to your heartstrings and swing With the beat of the blood carried away by your arteries? Find the letters that form stitches that hold you together: The mind to the body to the soul - Find: That it is poetry that extracts the essence of sentiment And makes audible the voices in your head - Find: That it is to poetry you will turn when you can't think of what to say To poetry you will turn when your voice is taken away It will release you, tease you, chase you, face you Take you by the hand, turn you - Make you face yourself And there, you will find you cannot help but write poetry For poetry is you

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Date: 2/2/2012 12:59:00 PM
Excellent topic and presentation..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..Creative work indeed..Sara
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