The Writer
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"To be a writer remote and alone is to
enter a portal into another realm."
Quote - by Constance
My hands extensions of my soul,
deep thoughts into the long past stroll;
my pen drips of sorrow and blood,
inspired by the great poets ole !
Some memories buried in mud,
others sweet as a flower bud;
the long past held on fragile strings,
once I start words fall in a flood !
Always, always the long dead clings,
oft' I pen- 'til a dawn bird sings;
I get lost in nature's beauty,
closing my eyes to see bird wings !
I am lost in bird songs fluty,
as I search for words dark sooty;
penning poems is who I am,
writing- is a poets duty !
oh, this life comes with no program,
but, anything else is a sham;
my words can get quite pointed strong,
though, in truth- I am quite a lamb !
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May 12, 2022
Poetry/Rubaiyat/The Writer
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1455-186-12
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Rubaiyat
sponsor, Sotto Poet, Judged 06/13/2022
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2022
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