Writing

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


From where come the thoughts we see,
reality or fantasy?
Before the thoughts turn into words,
they take flight like flitting birds,
moving around from tree to tree,
taking joy in being free.
Sometimes on one and then the other,
they can be a little bother.

And then they spread their wings and fly,
up into the open sky.
Chasing them I’m lost in clouds,
the battle of thoughts grows very loud,
each fighting for their own space,
keeping me from sleeps’ embrace.
They fight for words with their full might,
their world’s awash with thunder and light.

And when the fighting’s finally finished,
the victors rest, their ranks diminished,
They tell tales of loss and grief,
and those of heroes beyond belief,
and in my dreams they come to me,
the winning birds bring clarity.
Like lightning makes a dark night bright,
they come in ranks that seem so right,
then they sing their own sweet song,
and the writing takes not long.


Submitted: January 27, 2018

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