Old Poetry
You remind me of an old poem, that I wrote long ago
I really didn't know where it was going, but with time the words began to grow
The words caught light and refracted a melody
And became bent as they grew
Who knew I'd be speaking about you and me
And slowly a tangled web came into view
I picked up all the fragments, and pasted the words upon this page
what a huge development, when the world is your stage
With growth it became beautiful Inspiring even the weakest of poets
It gradually slopes into the inevitable
Upon this blurry paper is where it sits
You are the muse to my ideology
The hope that grows inside my soul
A link that I thought was broken me
And taken more than it's toll
But through these pages your face comes into view
Something I wasn't really expecting to find
And with enough ink this story grew
And captured my spirit and mind
A.D. Small
January 30, 2024
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Godo write AP. Yes, I'm into some 'old poems!' heehee.
Thank you for enjoying my poetry im so happy to have you as one of my fans.
Now look, I'm very old, so I say. But woe, why do poets remind me of it every day?! heehee. 🙂
But an old poet may write new poetry.
That is very well said indeed! And I totally agree with your comment sometimes I feel like I catch myself grasping at straws to come up with something original or different compared to my normal work.
Yes, we can have writers block at times. Then another day we might write one, two - or a hundred poems - maybe! heehee.
Yeah that pretty much sums it up cuz that's how it is sometimes LOL well I hope you have a wonderful day! Happy writing!
Inspiring and inspired old poetry !
Well I'm glad that you enjoyed my poem and I'm glad that it ignited some inspiration within you! Have a fantastic day!
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