Poetic Tides Through Time

Anchored

This feels like home, it feels so right
I want to write in the dead of night
I’d rather write than eat or drink
Breaths grow cold, my life on the brink.

This newfound gift, expressions cloy
With sweet words to express my joy.
Truth be told, it’s been with me long
In many forms, poem and song.

Writing is constant in my life
Loves gained and lost, writing through strife.
Of elusive love I penned verse too,
Hoping to find someone like you.

As my approaching sunset years
Fay veiled by death’s encroaching fears,
Creep into my life, end time’s ‘someday’-
I’ll write you love- somehow, someway!


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Entry: April 21, 2017
Prompt: A coming of age poem
For: Dew Drop Inn Poetry Workshop
Form: Quatrain, stanzaic
Syllabic Pattern: 8 (Iambic tetrameter)
Rhyme Pattern: aabb, etc.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost