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Such a Long time
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Such a Long time For the last couple of months I have sit before my computer Ready for my fingers to fly across the keyboard. On my screen would appear words Words that somehow come together A poem would be born. For hours I have sat there, suddenly inspiration hits me My fingers type furiously My heart is beating swiftly, This is it...I can feel it, It is going to be wonderful I sit expectation high beginning Reading back what I have written. My eyes cloud; tears form in my eyes My finger holding down the delete key One the screen the drivel, The tumbled words so clumsy disappear I leave my pc walking away in frustration, Anger, and a great sadness welling up in side me... Is it gone, has it left me already, The muses did they but tease me, Tease this arrogant mortal She who thought herself so cleaver, so witty....A poet Did the sisters... tempt me, Let me think I could be a poet only cruelly to snatch it away Just as my confidence was building Just when I thought Yes I am on my way i am going to be a poet I have a friend he happily announces during one of our many chat sessions he has written 20 poems in two weeks.... yes I know what you are going to say, yea but that many In such a short amount of time... they will be crap. I read them, and reread them As he corrects grammar, Intuition that the words are nt quite right Need a little tweaking. In the end all are good, some brilliant, some gut wrenching but all so tuned into his feelings the feelings of so many of us out there.... I am so happy for him, I respect his immense talent, When we sign off I go To my solitary chair in my garden Hug myself / I sit there so still so quiet,just sit silent tears on my cheeks I sit mourning my loss I mourn my loss at the way my words used danced on the screen I mourn my loss of feeling so energized I mourn the feeling of relief A long time fear A long hidden secret revealed I mourn , feeling sorry for myself Then it comes gentle at first quiet, tiny, fragile, flickering a hope, a wish, a knowledge Maybe it si just writers block A smile on my face, A wonderful happiness Spreading through me I will write again When it is time When I have something That needs to be said Till then my screen will remain blank Now I rea lise That is all right I do not have to write poem after poem after poem My poems are cathartic, Letting light into the darkness that lingers still in my soul My poems are quicksilver, Butterflies in all their beauty Taking flight But most of all my poems are me a reflection of me, one of many reflections that make up the whole That is me.... I smile Rise from my chair This time I know I will be back  |
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Oh my goodness, I do not know you Ihave not I think ever spoken to you Your post on my post... Is that for real, or is it a fantasy story I do not know what I have done for this? I do not know whether to be flattered or tpo bwe wary... It is just so out of the blue.
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