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Saturday 29 August 2009

SUNDAY SCRIBBLINGS - POETRY

This week's prompt is - Poetry.




She builds me up
When I'm feeling low
No need to think
The words will flow

Sometimes I giggle
At the lines we share
Did I write that?
Blissfully unaware

When I'm stuck in a rut
She whispers and taunts
Words don't make sense
Her rhymes she flaunts

Silently mocking
When I'm feeling my best
Lurking beneath the surface
With my misery suppressed

She knows I'll be back
We are one and the same
Her words I must write
Or she'll drive me insane

She's gives herself freely
Time and again
I can't thank her enough
POETRY... my trusted friend

10 comments:

  1. Yes, our gifts are real friends! I cherish mine, small as they are!

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  2. That was really nice...enjoyed reading every every part of it.

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  3. This spoke to me too...you expressed it exactly right. Beautiful!

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  4. You just wouldn't be you without it!

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  5. I wish my poetry flowed as beautifully as yours.

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  6. Ah, with the muse sitting right next to you, of course your words flow beautifully.

    Nicely done.

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  7. Your muse should feel flattered and honoured to have a poem dedicated to her.
    I have a friend like that too but she's not talking to me at the moment - women!

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