Billy Loving


The Joy Of Writing - Poem by Billy Loving

A blank piece of paper
My hand the shaper
Limitless ways of creation
That bring pain and elation
Searching deep within my mind
All sorts of images do I find
Some morbid and horrific
Others wondrous and terrific
As the ink starts to flow
It's direction, only I will know
Sometimes writing with ease
On occasion, struggling to please
Even myself, directions surprise
When the tide of creation begins to rise
Such satisfaction within
My faithful companions, the paper and pen
A marvelous, stupendous way
To enjoy the blessing of another day

Topic(s) of this poem: writing

Form: Couplet


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  • Wes Vogler (12/8/2015 12:54:00 AM)


    Thank you. That is poetry a 10................................. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 24, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 20, 2016


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