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.
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Author:
Jay (Pseudonym) (
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
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Comments4
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.
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.
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
Thank you so much Andy . You made my day:)
My pleasure.
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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