Billy Loving


Joy Of Writing - Poem by Billy Loving

From my window, dark dreary
Of the nonsense, grown weary
Incessant mind numbing chatter
Not knowing what's the matter

Solitude, a brief respite
To my heart, it brings much delight
In my lair below
Soaking up the heater's pleasing glow

A vision appearing within
Creation flowing from my pen
Formation of love
Free from the strife above

Focusing my mind's eye
While the ink begins to dry
Furiously I write
The flame of creation, I ignite

Joy no money can buy
My passion, the reason why
The artist's tapestry complete
Eyes closing, I recline in my seat

Topic(s) of this poem: writing

Form: Couplet


Comments about Joy Of Writing by Billy Loving

  • Alice Perfect (11/2/2015 7:38:00 PM)


    indeed, let it flow outward
    blissfully
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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 2, 2015



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