Poetry Poem by Edie Moy
Poetry
When I have no way to express my emotions
I turn to you,
Through you, I can speak my mind
Without a sequence
Or boundaries,
Capturing the moments of my life
In words on a blank paper.
I have learned about you,
Seen you,
And heard about you
But never have I thought
You will be a part of me
You, Poetry, are the one who lets me
Explain myself in a profound way
You treat that blank paper with the respect it deserves. This is a sweet little piece to read.
Well worded my friend......................!
This is one of the best about a poet's relationship with poetry and the Muse..I couldn't have said it better myself...I feel the same way you...creativity is such a mysterious process but the works of art that comes forth is astounding.From one poet to another great poet my sincere thank you...
This is one of the best about a poet's relationship with poetry and the Muse..I couldn't have said it better myself...I feel the same way you...creativity is such a mysterious process but the works of art that comes forth is astounding.From one poet to another great poet my sincere thank you...
I am happy for you for thinking yourself so profound. It seems self-congradulations are more than a little pompous, however...
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4/23/2024 7:10:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A Steadfast/Solid feel to this one Edie, an enjoyable read Love duncan X