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Poems and prose for various contests over the course of the decade. |
I need a line, a floundering line. One that speaks its mind without contempt. One that powers me into divine Inspiration and fuels my poor soul Lifting me up beyond the pale bars That threaten darkly to hold captive Imagination that seeks freedom. Counting, counting, drawing out a line; Letting it stir the embers found deep Within my very heart, dormant now; But soon a flash, an explosion of Colours, sights and smells that carry me off Into a world no one has dared dream. Painting word pictures on a canvas That is my life, my soul, my being. And for that, I am forever grateful. Lines = 16 Free verse - syllabic poem Notes ▶︎ ![]() ![]() |