O, Fly Away Words
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I write words that fall from my pen,
onto white my thoughts drip and drip;
each night I bleed words again and again,
'til my poems touch a wing tip . . .
O, fly away words,
I whisper to the birds !
My tears and ink mingle as one,
I weep sadness from my grief cloak;
there is no stopping the words once begun,
'til my pen is empty and broke . . .
O, fly away words,
with birds tweeting sweet chords !
These words mean everything to me,
I hold them to my heart once born;
but, will send them on the wind to be free,
though their leaving me I will mourn . . .
O, fly away words,
holding tight fragile cords !
I write words that fall from my pen,
onto white my thoughts drip and drip;
each night I bleed words again and again,
'til my poems touch a wing tip . . .
O, fly away words,
I whisper to the birds !
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May 31, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/O, Fly Away Words
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1460-850-31
All Rights Reserved 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Flight
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 06/06/2022
First Place
Submitted into the Premier contest, 2022 Poetry Marathon, Mile 4
sponsor, Mark Toney, Judged 06/25/2022
Ninth Place
Submitted to the Premier contest, Your Favorite Poem, First Half of 2022
sponsor, Julia Ward, Judged 07/23/2022
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2022
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