Poetry beckons
I answer
A force
Eager to sell
Eager to buy
Why would laundry matter
In the face of beautiful thinking
Extravagant words
That ooze with richness
Words own me
Intoxicate
Poetry is as evocative
As it is passionate
It compels me
Sustains me
My song
My retreat
Poetry beckons
I answer
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Author:
Katie B. (
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Comments4
A shared passion in this poem Katie. Nicely written with so much ardour and fire. Well done
Katie, what struck me most is the contrast between ordinary responsibilities and the irresistible call of creativity. That moment lands so well because most writers know exactly what that tug feels like. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Oh I know the feeling.I sometimes forget to do the laundry because I am writing a poem.Lovely work here
So very true for us all Katie.
Andy
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