| |
If I were an allegorist,
symbolism would prevail.
But I am just an alchemist
mixing words creates my tales.
A voracious writer I have become,
greedily capturing the written
word. Where would I put my
thoughts, if I couldn't
make them heard.
Stories I find do well for me, as
I give my pen dictation. Words
have a chance, ideas birth as
I allow them their
gestation.
Each day for me begins anew and
offers endless choices, of
what I'll put upon the
page, as I give my
feelings voices.
I look around at where I am,
the possibilities I see.
Word paintings efforts
abound in me, unfold
mysteriously.
My love for words I'll quit my
praise, as I speak of them no
further. As long as I can
write them down, no more
utterance or murmur.
|
Help Us Stop Plagiarism -
Nearly all works at PnP are original. However a few people choose to plagiarize.
To check, choose a phrase from the work, then either drag and drop to the search box or copy and paste.
click on search and works at Google will be shown which match. Just to be sure, please do this before
you recommend or rate the work highly...
|
 |
|
|
|
Select a Random Work from Poetry
|
|