disturbed of evening
a troubled mind
calls out for
pen to paper
no practiced skill
nor noble art
here finds an easy word
but pain within
cries for release
through fine crude words
crafted without curves
allured whilst
tears abated
and thence a seed
was sewn...
.....a poet born
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Author:
dusk arising (
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Comments5
Well written 👌
Good write DA.
You capture the result of a troubled mind's call for pen and paper so well here D.A. - - indeed the urge to write bitter or sweet maketh the poet.
are these not the words of a true poet indeed.
May that pen and paper forever write fine words such as these d a.
Andy
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