'Birth of a Poem'
Thousands
Of
fluttering
Little
wings flash
Before
My
eyes,
Blowing
away the
Thatched
Roofs
of
The
forgotten tales.
Dreams
Hard
to
Grope
with, bubbling,
Throbbing
Inside
my
Head,
sizzling like
Stones
In
the
Hearth
of my
Soul,
Waiting
for
Me
to take
It
All
apart,
Rebuild
once more,
Open
The
gate,
Set
them free.
So
I
can
Start
breathing again.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
You've done a wonderful job with the wordle words, created a truly inspiring poem!
ReplyDeleteOh thank you so much Marianne! This wordle has given me a hard time.
ReplyDeleteThe opening image is brilliant, and I love that it ends in breathing. Great contribution!
ReplyDeleteThank you Brenda!!!
ReplyDeleteThe poem is great. I think with wordles that if we have to struggle, that often equals a good poem.
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Love
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poem!
The expectant tone of this one is fantastic - a very encouraging read. :)
Thank you very much Margo! I actually wrote it very quickly, and posted too quickly: as soon as it was up, I noticed the blunder I made..(I was preoccupied with far fetched ideas, and confused 'fetched' and 'thatched', oops!) :-)
ReplyDeleteGosh! Thank you Traci! :-)
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