A POET IN LOVE
I wrote and I wrote,
Until my pen was my blood,
And on paper my heart set before me,
Then when I had written all I could say,
All that I felt and believed,
I walked to his door, trembling, afraid,
And delivered my soul to be freed.
~ gabby nicholls
pearlsoup 2003
2 comments:
I don't remember seeing this before....and I really like it!
I need to go back to posting poetry on Wednesdays. Maybe one of us should try e-mailing Cara to see what happened to her. Perhaps someone else could carry on the meme. I always enjoyed checking out all the contributions.
Nice poem. Funky. xo
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