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Taming the tempest

Sitting alone, iPad in hand, to pen a poem on demand, attempting to translate bliss beats, the rapture refrain that repeats, feeling within joy germinate, we write because we cannot wait, for once symbols in rhythm are belled, with our creative tempests quelled, what’s imbibed in form is ingrained by both head and heart, entertained, by merging feeling with thinking, as pure awareness unblinking, even though none but us may know, the way nectar in us does flow, birthing ethereal cool heat, in which we’re bliss drenched head to feet.

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Date: 2/5/2025 8:47:00 AM
Your poem is well constructed yet not too long, like a musicians lyrics to a windsong. I like the intrinsic message best of all, in dead of winters historical undoence haul. Keep warm US ~ living in the USA
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I Am Anaya
Date: 2/6/2025 8:21:00 AM
Our winters aren't as cold, yet coldest ever by men undoing what others died for, freedom. Take care
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Date: 2/5/2025 5:41:00 PM
Thank you, Anaya. I guess 16 lines is the upper limit for a Lay poem. I live in India, winter slowly easing its grip here, as we await spring.

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