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A poem about loving poetry..

Submitted:Feb 17, 2009    Reads: 129    Comments: 7    Likes: 7   

As the blade of my pen

cuts the the paper deep

Carving a character collective

I intend to keep

I recall as a child

when I'd shake the Poa - Tree

Collect scented words

as they broke free

I'd return to my room

trying to think

How would the fruits read

expressed in ink

Surrounded by limitations

and a tomb cloaked by dark

Imagination would strike ability

creating a spark

I'd grab paper

frantically begin to write

Attempt to capture a wild poem

in the dead of night

Next morning

I'd edit a page of mistakes

Reread my creation

into a bowl of corned flakes

My scribbled memoirs

tried to capture feelings I felt

But were often muddled

and always misspelt

Eventually a book developed

complete with inky stain

A smudged autobiography

exploring my emotional range

My love for writing

still buzzes and vibrates

In alphabet nirvana

the unwritten perfect poem awaits


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