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with the rising sun
in the dawning of a new day
a poet's work starts
I sit in a dark attic
awaiting the developing light of day
into the late hours of the night
when tears fall from my eyes
this vigil I must hold
and repel wrongdoings
to nod off and sleep
I know the voice will be heard
before the silence of darkness
receive the sounds with grace
whatever words comes to me
I accept with gratitude
a poem's heart in love
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5 comments:
This is lovely. The second to last stanza is full of hope, faith, and nicely written. It is my favorite, and begs re-reading.
I love the idea of it as a "vigil," important work we are doing. Nice.
I hope the wait for inspiration is not always as painful as you describe it here.
Lovely. Thought provoking and reflective! Thank you.
Nice write as always.. I have also nominated you for a VBA http://wp.me/pu9f9-Fl
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