Your words are music
to the ears of all,
your unique perspective
a joy oft forgotten.
sing any song you like
so long as it is not your own
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Your words are music
to the ears of all,
your unique perspective
a joy oft forgotten.
sing any song you like
so long as it is not your own
Can’t quite call it puzzling
if I already know the answer.
Still, the how keeps me up some nights
and the why perplexes me.
It all falls into place
as I watch bewildered.
It all connects
as I wildly wonder
about the chaos.
I can’t piece the peace together
or place the picture properly.
Can’t quite call it puzzling
when the finished work
is there.
But could it be complete?
Like a corner piece
with four connecting sections–
joy amid the turmoil.
It must be hard to be a poet
to lay souls bare that you may show it
to a world that may not care
or attempt to meet you there
at words you choose, crafted to fit
your stories that will never quit
You will never work
a day in your life
if you enjoy what you do
and I find I don’t work too much
these days;
instead, through highs and lows,
it gets better
and this little hobby
fills in some
missing blanks
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So thank you all for being you and thank you for putting up with me 😃 Can’t wait to keep reading your wonderful works.
God bless!
Cory
Start writing…
but what?
Where do I draw the line
between the words
and the inspiration?
Will they know
what I’m saying
when I don’t always know
myself?
Maybe if I cut the line
instead of drawing it
then there would be
room for change.
Start writing…
and tiptoe
through your mind,
stomping with
evasive words