Paperback Writer

sylviasearcher



She is painting word pictures in the notebook of her mind

When you think she has left the world far behind

The story was born as she travelled by car

The pages unfold as she drifts near and far

 

Day to day demands drain her soul life

A job she trained long for, being a wife

Neither were quite as she dreamed they would be

The paths that she found did not set her free

 

She is painting word pictures in the notebook of her mind

When you think she has left the world far behind

The story must pause as the road starts to bend

As she doubts her strength to get to the end

 

But her soul cannot rest, she will never be still

Until is written what is in her will

Raindrops of hope that the story she tells

Will pour and nourish at least her soul self

 

She is painting word pictures in the notebook of her mind

When you think she's left the world far behind

The story was born in a world filled with pain

She hopes in its writing some peace she can gain.

 

So dear sir or madame, would you read her book

It took her years to write, it could be worth a look?

Maybe it will end the absence of meaning

To know that perhaps you could indulge in her dreaming

 

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 1st, 2018 02:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: Oh I don't know... Messy words, messy mind, messy soul
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sylviasearcher

    Thanks ht... It's no fan fiction though... 😉

  • Lorna

    Beautifully done and I can hear the disappointments with everyday life ... "draining her soul life"...... I think there are many people living lives "of quiet desperation".....

    • sylviasearcher

      Forlorn! The very word is like a bell!

      • Lorna

        The bell of a buoy in a foggy ocean............

      • Poetic Dan

        This flowed so wonderfully down the page sometimes I wish I could freeze everything as there is just so much I'd like to read and catch up on, then there is the words in my own head.

        I could relate to this so much, thank you for sharing your dream. I hope to see you soon



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