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I take up my pen
to write a poem;
like a barren waste
nothing blooms
on the dried up river bed
that is my mind today.
Inspiration hangs limp, wilted
almost lifeless,
I think of you
but I have said
all I want to say about you;
saying it
brings back your image
too clear, too fresh;
leaving me tired,ragged
with desire, sour with regret.
Well would you look at that,
a poem, tip toeing out
so stealthily…
Comments
MistakenMagic | December 23, 2008 - 13:03
I love this Val and once again I find I can relate to another of your wonderful poems :) My favourite part;
'Inspiration hangs limp, wilted
almost lifeless,
I think of you
but I have said
all I want to say about you;
saying it
brings back your image
too clear, too fresh'
Well done and Merry Christmas!
Magic xxx
Bradene | December 23, 2008 - 13:47
Thanks Magic Glad you enjoyed. Merry Christmas to you and yours and I wish you all a peaceful new year Love Val x