All alone for another night
Seems a good time to write
When friendship is out of sight
A pen and page offer a friendly light
When no one is happily calling
And the spirits are slowly falling
And the emptiness is sprawling
And the hope is rapidly dwindling
Poetry will never-ever abandon
Prose remains silently understanding
Journals and notebooks are not demanding
Letters and phrases remain, by your side, standing
No matter the night of the week
If ever the heart is feeling weak
Then begin a quest, and work to seek
The verbal apex and rhythmic peak
Whatever may be your personal need
It lies within this words, ready for you to weave.
Extraordinary! All of this!
ReplyDeleteYou are a beautiful, soulful, fecund, rhyming thing!
I hardly know where to aim my vision or direct my comments: to your art, your psyche, your mind, your heart? It’s toooo much!!
Most of all, I am proud of you, and I am glad you are out there, down there, forcing it all through the tip of your pen.
Keep at it.
Thanks very much!!! Sorry for the terribly late response, I`ve got no excuse . I really appreciate the support and wish you the best. Thanks again times a million!
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