I’d rise before the early birds
and douse my verse with morning dew.
This poet’s dawn awash with words
if I could be a poem with you.
I’d flee the dark, come into sight,
embrace my day, my light, anew.
Then I would bear again the night
if I could be a poem with you.
With pen I’d verse my every dream
in hope, just one, becoming true.
I’d lay these dreams weighed ream on ream
if I could be a poem with you.
If true, a heart, won with a song,
would then the likes of me come through?
I’d sing the night, the whole day long
if I could be a poem with you.
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Tony Grannell (
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Poetry is a story with simple words for all !
A most identifiable poem with such wonderful wording. The poem seems a strong commitment to poetry. A fave
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