WORDS
Words,
waiting,
to be gathered,
to be assembled,
waiting
for the pen
to mark the page,
waiting
for stanzas flow.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Those words are there within us just waiting to be assembled on the page.
Yes they're waiting but I am so busy at the moment I find little time to assemble them hence fewer posts over the last few days.
Even with little time, your words find their way to the page, to enrich us
Aw thanks Suresh
P.S. Along with amazing art
And thanks again.
Good write and pic M. Plenty of (Sylla) Berles waiting in the wings too. No one else might know what we're on about. No change there then?!
Did some housework this morning - there's quite a few in the vacuum now - must empty it.
Miss Berles covered in dust?!
Dusta Berles is - must shake her in the garden.
Thought provoking words today. Also your paints are waiting for your inspired commitment and perhaps more rewarding are your passing public. For they may become inspired by your creative nature to show appreciation and part with cash.
It must be very rewarding to know an artisic creative output is appreciated and cash provides a living.
Thanks da - not sure I would make a living from my art but it's a hobby that certainly pays for itself van't say that about golf.
Reminds me that the inland revenue gave up trying to tax amateur musicians in groups or bands when they realised the amount of money the average muso spends on instruments, gear, and expenses leaves no way of showing a profit at the end of the year..... with few exceptions.
Thanks again UNCLE MIKE for a perfect POEM & PIC ! (Modern) Poetry is defined as ANY WORDS in ANY ORDER without Form or Function !
When PAUL McCartney write the tune to YESTERDAY he walked into Abbey Road Studio and said *Ive gorra tune* Ringo asked *Ave yer got any WERDS ?* When Paul said *NO* Ringo sang *Scrambled Eggs ~ My Girlfreinds got such lovely Legs* and the greatest POP SONG ever died for lack of appropriate WERDS ~ RIP ! UNTIL Paul was driving in ALBAFUERA (like you do !) and into His Head comes *Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away ................. !* The symbiosis of a TUNE & WORDS (from out of the BLUE) was fashioned the most memorable POP SONG ever. JUST NOTES & WORDS ~ BUT THE RIGHT ORDER !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Yours as always ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Oh to achieve both - we strive but importantly we enjoy doing so.
Words, between the lines of age (Neil Young)
Great daunting start to any poem Michael well captured
Thank you Andrew - I appreciate your calling in and kind words.
Words and pictures show each of your gifts to the public and thank you for sharing them both with us here Mike - a lovely first read ( and view ) of my morning.
Bless you Fay for your flattering words.
Just like the bus...
The No37 Clapham omnibus? How many poems can you write with 37 words?
absolutely spot on... it's a waiting game alright... very nicely writ Michael... N
Ta a lotly Neville
Hello Michael,
Super poem,
Keep the words flowing.
Keep writing FineB
I'm trying - very trying.
lol
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