Words to fall
As morning rain
Tears mingled
Moments drained
The writing room
Without a key
A battered door
You didnt see.
What I am
What remains
Life has shattered
Hours slain
The ink and paper
The full ashtray
The idle coffee cup
Time slipped away.
From invisible gods
To angels wings
From Heaven to gutter
Words to sing
The poet that
You couldnt see
At his desk
What is will be.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments4
It is the rhythm of the rhyme that sets this poem apart. Nicely done
many thanks, much appreciated
You are most welcome
Nicely said.
thanking you much appreciated
Good write N.
thanks. much appreciated
Did you write it while waiting for the No. Whatever bus?! lol.
i could have wriiten a novel while waiting lol
Norman…this carries a real weight to it. It feels worn-in…like time has passed through it and left its mark. There’s something quiet but heavy here that just sits with you. Strong piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind comments, thanking you and always much appreciated
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