THE INTIMATE OBSERVER

Enough about hearts and frivolousness.
I have sealed many pages with my mark
Of flowers and red and the bluest of roses.
Trees of green and blue skies
I have developed an intimacy with these words.

No surprise, I am an intimate observer
Sincerely and ever caring 
I wear no disguise to try and sneak an
Inauthentic poem pass 
Rainbows know I have had my epiphanies

I have listed horizons  more time than not
Dusk and dawn how can I ever 
Hope to carry on?
What for was I born 
I love my poems as if they were my flesh

But what next?
I've written about love times and times again
Until I now wear her name on my sleeve
I should roam the planet searching for a clue
If this pen does not send  poetic words

I fear I might wither into dust.
I love each word.
Lover of words I am the intimate observer

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 2/1/2018 1:45:00 PM
Yes, Silent one I had writers block at that time I had to search the corners of my mind. Thank you for the compliment though.
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Date: 1/28/2018 2:30:00 PM
This is excellent Val, many suffer from writer's block, but it does not seem as you are at the moment with this wonderful write..
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Date: 1/27/2018 4:15:00 PM
wow Val I wish i could write like this when my muse is on holiday and the title is wonderful too:-) hugs jan xx
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VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER
Date: 1/27/2018 7:19:00 PM
Hey Jan haven't seen you in a while. Thanks so much for the compliment.