I
let my
Quill move
Under your hands
Charged and electrified moving through words
My mind writes into my burned out fingers
Carving the page
Freeing it
From being
Burnt..
Let's
Perfect
Aurora
Of spring's blossoms
Embrace the cadence of stardust's glow where
Solitary syllables come undone
Heart releases
Thunder of
Freedom's
Peace
Pull
Up a
Chair and sit
Next to my soul
Let me show you how poetry has touched
Shaped me and made me who I am
Come, fill my quill
Spill some ink
Free my
Words.
#Tetractys
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I love the image of the quill yassy β€οΈ
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Thank you, Lorraine π€β€οΈ
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You are welcome yassy. I wonder what it was like, writing with a quill? They sound so romantic, kind of! β€οΈ
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Yup , very vintage stuff.. poignant moments.
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Absolutely!
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Wonderful poem, Yassy! It reads like an ode to your muse.
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Thank you, Brad. The power of imagination I suppose whatever you choose to call it but itβs only poetry at its best. Just happy to be writin lol π
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“Pull Up a Chair and sit Next to my soul Let me show you how poetry has touched Shaped me and made me who I am Come, fill my quill Spill some ink Free my Words.”
Just beautiful Yassy! β€οΈβ€οΈππ These are my favourite lines! But the whole piece is terrific and so eloquent! ππ
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Thank you , Ken .. happy weekend to you my friend.
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You’re welcome Yassy and the very same to you! πβ€οΈπ
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You, poet,
The poem you write,
She rights you π
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A poet comes to me in a poem π
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She’s you, too
Unfolding petals
In poems
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We are poets
We are poetry
I like your ditty
In
poems you pour
I like to read more more
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There are more
On godslaugh.me
Lunes come true
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Hieroglyphics
Poetic dynamics
I tried to put in a comment but couldnβt on your page. Some glitch with email.
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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Thank you for the reblog, Ned.
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Ahhh allow me to read this a million times a day β¨
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Ahhh thank you , Maria.
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Your words are free . But when do you want to free poetries from your words? That is the sublime question , now people want to ask? They now want to see wordless poetries . Like Earnest Hemingway . All blank verses . This the need of the hours . Your poetry is , however, sublime in many senses . Thanks !
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So beautiful!
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Thanks.
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Simply beautiful! No words to appreciate it!
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ππΌππΌ thank you βΊοΈ
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Wow it sounds so amazing
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Thank you ππΌ
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You infused soul into this form. π€
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Thanks, Carter ππΌ
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