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"A heart's blood flows like ink on pages of poetry."
                                                            ~ by poet

Pages of verse scream out loud like a child
when their lines are not allowed to run wild.
Abandoned, they cry, completion pending,
waiting for pens to scribble an ending.

Poets fill pages with enchanted dreams.
Some lie all crumpled, without rhyming schemes,
unpublished in tomes as lost reflections,
replaced by so-called 'better selections.'

Poems that purge angst and grief from the heart.
Pangs they felt after being ripped apart.
In ink, tears dripped from the nib of a quill
Pages of anguish poets chose to spill

With desire to scribe, their passion rages
in each line they write 'pon parchment pages

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2023

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Anne-Lise Andresen Date: 7/31/2023 12:03:00 PM - so many that were never read ... written with "real" feelings, Lin ... lovely poem :) - Congratulations on your win in the contest :) - hugs Login to Reply

Paula Goldsmith Date: 7/31/2023 10:24:00 AM Congratulations on your win. A wonderful write/old picture. I enjoyed this one. Have a great day............. Login to Reply

Joanna Daniel Date: 7/30/2023 9:11:00 AM Great sonnet, my 'Pen' poem would go well together with your 'Pages':):) Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 7/30/2023 9:18:00 AM I just read yours, Jo and you're right. They do go well together. Good luck to both of us!

Deb M Date: 7/29/2023 4:10:00 PM Oh l love this Lin…..so very beautiful!! Debx Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 7/30/2023 8:27:00 AM Thank you for your sweet remarks, Deb.

John Lawless Date: 7/29/2023 3:52:00 PM Yep!!! T'is so...and to the beauty of the art. Nicely written Lin....our quills are like IV lines to our souls... Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 7/30/2023 8:27:00 AM Hi and thank you, John. I believe you're correct about the IV comment. I distinctly recall several times when the lines I wrote about some tragic event in life were like IV lines, infusing me with a resurgence of "Get over it."