Poetry Writing
I find writing words exciting,
since a child my reality;
onto paper my poems spilling.
My muse invading dreaming thoughts,
but never a writer carefree;
for my heart and soul is in knots.
My bleeding pouring in fury,
with nature poems filigree;
narratives of a life story.
I have the experience- skill,
a vast amount of life's debris;
and so I must pick up my quill.
And I doubt I will ever halt,
writing is my happiness key;
oh, I have thousands in my vault.
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October 7, 2020
Poetry/Tercet/Rhyme/Poetry Writing
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1293-238-07
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
5 words randomly chosen -exciting, thoughts, fury, experience, halt
Written for the contest, Mystery Word Find
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger
First Place
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