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Reflections

Poetry is written with reflections
of dreams, pregnant with thoughts
born from openly emotional hearts.
Nurtured by a poet's experiences
and whimsical musings, charmingly penned.

Sometimes vivid imaginations run wild,
scribblings as if a child.
Casualties crumbled on the floor.
But flexible is the quill
and ink continues to spill.

Poets often sit in shadows,
and locked behind closed doors.
Aborting verses they haven't rhymed,
frequently losing track of time.
Sunrise mornings become stygian nights.

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2025

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Miranda Hawley Date: 5/2/2025 9:07:00 PM I can totally relate to this poem and all of it is true sometimes with the crazy ideas that come popping into my head. Sorry this contest was slow on judgement and slow on my response, but I have not forgotten. Congratulations on your win in my contest. Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 5/2/2025 10:01:00 PM Miranda, you've no need to apologize. Thank you for finding a placement on your list for my poem.

Jim Healey Date: 4/27/2025 8:58:00 AM Wonderful poem, Lin. Congratulations. Cheers from Canada. Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 4/27/2025 11:56:00 AM Thank you, Jim. Your country tis of thee... stay free.

Linda Alice Fowler Date: 4/27/2025 8:43:00 AM Nice one Lin. So easy to lose track of time when writing... Congratulations! :) Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 4/27/2025 11:56:00 AM Thank you very much, Linda. Getting lost in thought... love being able to do that.

Duke Beaufort Date: 4/17/2025 10:31:00 AM Lin, you've described the labor of love. How lucky are we who can do something where time flies by and we wish we had more? I only wish more people felt this way about everything they would do. Talk to you soon. Smiles!! Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 4/17/2025 1:59:00 PM I can lose all sense of time when I'm working on a poem or a painting. It's a very good stress reliever, at least for a little while. Thanks, Duke.

Tom Cunningham Date: 4/16/2025 1:37:00 PM Like you Lin I've notes scribbled down and they never took off just gathering dust, When I run out of ideas maybe I'll revisit them. Love the picture too, thankfully we have electricity now so candles are out lol. Tom Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 4/17/2025 1:58:00 PM ok ;-) Tom Cunningham Date: 4/16/2025 9:15:00 PM Oh no, it was the Internet and phone line that were out, but sorted now, we changed provider and now paying just over half of what we were paying for the same service. Lin Lane Date: 4/16/2025 2:24:00 PM Oh my gosh, Tom. Have you been without electricity since you mentioned it days ago?? Sounds like it is here after a hurricane.

Zyrool Gifford Date: 4/16/2025 12:55:00 PM Hello Lin, this is an awesome piece, beautiful penned. I am like the second stanza, I know so well-: of casualties crumbled on the floor. Enjoy your day my friend. Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 4/16/2025 12:59:00 PM Hi Zyrool. You're not alone in having given up on some attempts to write. I have notebooks of poetry started and aborted, but cannot throw it away, thinking someday I'll get back to this one. Thanks for the read and comments.

Jay Narain Date: 4/16/2025 9:55:00 AM Nice. Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 4/16/2025 10:14:00 AM Thanks

Jan Allison Date: 4/16/2025 9:33:00 AM Have you been peeking at me Lin it would appear from my poems iand love of poop humour that many of my experiences revolve around the toilet lol lol, although I have to say I never ditch an idea but save it for a later day. hugs Jan xx Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 4/16/2025 9:52:00 AM My dear, Jan. I never have to peek at your writings. Nothing you write is flush worthy. lol