Life as a Poet Knows It
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Writers Block
For one split second, it's like everything's right there, and I can see everything just the way it is. But then it's like waking up from a dream and everything slips away, and the memory's come back. But when I can see everything, and my heart and mind click and fit together, it's like looking at the most beautiful sunset, or watching a hawk fly or maybe just looking out over a snow covered lawn. It's diving into the ocean to see all the colorful fish and the great reefs. It's like flying, everywhere. And you can see it all, but then you wake up. Then it's gone. But not really because it's all still there. In your heart and mind, just out of sync, waiting to come back. Waiting for that click.
By Anna Palmer8 years ago in Poets
Old House
Old house with all your memories, of years fleeting by you. Sheltered, all the children as they laughed, loved and cried. I loved your winter warmth, old house, and your summer shade. The feather beds, the kitchen stove, the quilts that mama made. We always loved your every room, run down as they would be, the front porch swing, the picket fence so sweet now in my memory.
By Roxi Riley8 years ago in Poets
