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With Pen In Hand
 
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With pen in hand
We fill the page.
It's been that way
Down through the age.

The topics vary
From laughter to tears.
We keep the momentum
All through the years.

Writers come
And writers go.
God calls some home
And we miss them so.

We all have dry spells
And stumbling blocks,
Dangling participles
And memory walks.

But the heart reciprocates,
Like a bird learning to fly.
A poet knows the burning need
Until the well runs dry.
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Where have all the poets gone.

By Mariannajo

© 2019 Mariannajo (All rights reserved)

 

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