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Hourglass
Folder:
Writers Block
Words left unspoken,
Carefully printed
On thick sheets of paper,
Perhaps even handwritten
In cursive, filling up
Journals and notebooks,
Precisely picked prose,
Ponderously playful,
All Poetry.
Meanings are measured
In meter and rhyme,
Twisting and drifting
Throughout sands of time,
Trickling down into the
Gilded hourglass
That sits broken on
A dusty shelf,
Spilling it's wealth
Onto old wooden floors,
That creak from the weight
Of our
Footsteps.
POET poet
Poet as a verb works here. It is rare that I find a writer who can do art so well as you. Stay with us and be inspiration - Loved the alliteration - most finely brought into the world from the mind of the poet . All yes! ~Lady A~
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Thank you!
I am honored, and I don't plan on leaving. =)