My wish

Jayasree

Imagination running wild

the heights

the places

it takes me to,

guiding me 

to find a niche

for myself

a space for me

to escape to.

I wish it never ends

the magic that words weave,

I wish the wells of ink

never dries up,

I wish the magic wand 

that is my pen

sprinkles the magic dust 

on my poems. 

I wish I could 

keep on writing.

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Jay (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 2nd, 2021 01:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: I guess I am old fashioned , even now I write down all my poems in a note book (of course I have kept a back up in a folder in the PC). But whenever something comes to my mind I jot it down in a notebook. :)
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 74
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  • dusk arising

    You are a poet. That wild imagination is your gift. Here on MPS you know you're in good company with all sorts of poets. We all have the bug of needing to express emotions into words.
    All I can say is.... just keep doing it, it's all a part of the search for that niche you mention. I dunno if I'll ever find my niche though so good luck LOL.

  • Jayasree

    Thank you so much. I am happy that I get to interact with like minded people here, people who appreciate my poems and encourage me. Makes me so happy to read your words. I am getting a great chance to read so many good poems too.

  • Goldfinch60

    Your wonderful words will never end Jayasree they bring such joy to us all.

    I always have a notebook with me and have written poems in some very strange places but as you say words written down are so important.

    Andy

    • Jayasree

      Thank you so much Andy . You made my day:)

      • Goldfinch60

        My pleasure.

      • L. B. Mek

        so write! dear poet
        till you've used-up
        that last teardrop, of ink
        or that bluster, of a laugh
        in that reality - your creativity
        serenades: into existence,
        write!
        till your mind, stutter blinks
        its very last lullaby, of rhyme;
        write!
        like tomorrow's possibility
        is already
        one of your cherished, memories...



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