A Yorkshire Poet Poet Free verse

Young Or Old Bones

I don’t write what I think, I write what I feel. 
When the magic sets in sometimes it comes out too real.

The laughter and tears, the strife, pain and heartache. Sorrow finds words, lines and stanzas to bake.

Bake in my mind when the recipe is done. That’s when I realise how the feelings have worded, simmered, tenderised and become.

Sometimes these feelings are too powerful to write. They can give me relief and they can give me a fright.

I see what I’ve written now the feeling has gone and I know that what’s written may give something to someone.

So I’ll write what I feel and I’ll try not to think. Because feeling are real and the mind can play weird, yet wonderful tricks. 

Feelings have the power to cleanse our minds and our souls. Feelings are with us whether young or old bones. Feelings are there twenty four hours a day. Feelings control us in so many different ways.

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