My soul must seek a poem;
the well is almost dry.
This is how it is
when poets die.
Like timid little birds
that shun my final crumb,
the words stay in the trees
and will not come.
Looking for people to share the written word
My soul must seek a poem;
the well is almost dry.
This is how it is
when poets die.
Like timid little birds
that shun my final crumb,
the words stay in the trees
and will not come.
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I have nominated you for the Mystery Blogger Award.
https://rachealnovel.wordpress.com/2019/10/30/mystery-blogger-award/
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I honoured! Thank you!
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So much like an Emily Dickenson poem! Nicely done!
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Wow! What a compliment. I really appreciate it.
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Really relating to this! (Yet you did find the words to a gem of a poem. 🙂 )
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Thank you.
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BTW, your gravatar icon works here! It seems to be just my own blog where it’s not a live link.
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