i cannot write when all is well
i need the grins that miss a tooth
i need the tolling of a bell
and for a little blackened truth
so sad the worlds bright today
so sad that words will never come
without a darker shade of gray
and the setting of the sun
but let this go this brilliant sky
this will not help me fill this page
and give me storms that never die
and i will write with brilliant rage
and leave me be this love you say
what will i write if all is well
i need a darker shade of gray
and distant tolling of the bell
What a wonderfully wise poem. Creation is not a peaceful state of mind. Your work gains in excellence Ben. Warm regards, Sandra
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Fantastic poem Ben! ! ! I am truly envious of the ease with which you write! You make words flow like rivers...fantastic! hugs, Dee