In Writing Poetry What Do I Gain

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In writing poetry what do I gain?
My brain is active and it keeps me sane
My heart endures this life filled with much pain
And cleanse my vilest thoughts just like the rain

In poetry most often there is rhyme
For truth and reason sounds alike each time
Reality revels with sense sublime
That rouse unrestless spirits much like wine

Its rhythm throbs just like a heart that beats
For meter has ten syllables repeat
Enfeebled lungs breathe in the air so sweet
And sometimes even moves the head and feet

The day will come, I shall not write a verse
When my life ends, so withal be its curse
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Shaw Avatar
August 6, 2017 at 12:01 PM
I often wonder to myself what it is I gain - None of the usual "Oh" the fame - "But" poetry in motion that keeps me sane - Till in my grave I am lain - Lovely insight "Jun" - Indiana x x x
De Beaulieu Avatar
July 27, 2017 at 12:28 PM
Hello Jen, this is a beautiful written poem.Nice to meet you Jen.
Turner Avatar
July 19, 2017 at 10:01 AM
...but you do it so well:) This was a fun one, Jun.
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