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As this poem hasn’t progressed any further, l have called a halt to it, but we did pretty well all the same.
New Poem Starting soon.
Ode to the Writers of Words
I am quite the writer you know, it has to be said,
My imagination runs wild, loose and amok,
Creating literary havoc within my head,
Luckily however, I haven’t experienced writer’s block!
Each morning I think about topics on which to post
But what stirs my imagination by far the most
As I try to conjure up what it is I want to write
Is using the daily prompts while keeping my writing tight.
Sometimes the words leave me to struggle
But that’s when I take the words and juggle
To fit them into their proper place
Where they do more than take up space
The words they come, the words they go
At times MIA, a total no show
In the end, it’s all worthwhile
When flowing freely, one big smile
Angie of King Ben’s Grandma‘s Addition
More words do I read, than write, by far
Writers are my heros, like rock stars
Through all my troubles, pain and strife
Words have comforted me, saved my life
Writing is artistry without a brush but with a pen,
You start with a beginning and surprise yourself with the end,
Word prompts, picture prompts, sentence prompts work on our imagination,
Where ever our minds take us, we end up with some kind of creation,
These virtual worlds that we create in our heads,
The possibilities, endless with more patterns to find
The plots, esoteric or quizzical with many varied threads.
Show the deepest, darkest recesses of the creative mind.
I write for the love of writing and the need to say something
Crafting ideas and giving them expression on my space
Sometimes it is an effortless flow straight from my mind
Then there are days when nothing comes, it is all in a bind
Writer’s Block can take a flying leap
As my imagination keeps me from sleep,
Dreams and music give me ideas
Though all is not as it originally appears……..
I always have much too much to say;
I could write endlessly night and day.
But don’t expect it to make any sense;
I can use migraines as a defense!
In me left hand there’s an ink pen,
In me right there is a thesaurus,
Had I a~been lucky enough to be married,
I know she’d a~wanted a divor~us