Crave To Write
Rating: ★3.5
When did we last
Cross paths,
My friend?
Time, since, lapsed
Heart yearns
The pen.
These hands, they ache
For the flow
To write.
Breathing life into
Penned pleasures,
Tonight.
CarolAnne Spalding
2015
©
Cross paths,
My friend?
Time, since, lapsed
Heart yearns
The pen.
These hands, they ache
For the flow
To write.
Breathing life into
Penned pleasures,
Tonight.
CarolAnne Spalding
2015
©
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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COMMENTS
Jazib Kamalvi
17 March 2020
Such a nice poem, CarolAnne S. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.
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Perry Biggerstaff
12 May 2015
I have not checked in for a while....missed wonderful poems like this! ! ! Hope all is well.
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Kelly Kurt
05 May 2015
Yes. The hands, the heart, the soul of a poet crave to write. Thanks for sharing, CarolAnne
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