Music – Aim |

The Envious Author How I wish I could write away, the day and all the night. Alas! It is not meant to be. ‘Though try hard as I might. I muse on my topics, and the ideas come to roost. But putting pen to paper sometimes leaves me feeling deuced. Life gets in the way you see. I have a job to do. As well as chores and other things, that leave me feeling blue. Yes, all I want to do is write! But find there is no time. 24hrs in a day? Yet few of them are mine. I crave for just one minute. Alone to find my voice. The words, they simply must come out. Of this, I have no choice. I wish there was a genie who could magic me about a quiet space, some room that’s mine to grow my little sprouts. I envy those who’re able, to write things as they please. But for right now, it seems I am an author on her knees. But wait, what’s this? I do reflect, seeing print upon this page. Perhaps…I am doing it? Freeing words from their cage? See? Now more appear! Do I dare believe my eyes? There’s evidence of poetry from somewhere that’s been prised. What? How’s this happening? I see yet more words form. Maybe… I’ve done it! These words begin to swarm. Now I will write away, the day and all the night. The sentences are flowing free. And everything’s all write. By Sarah ©2023 |
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This is wonderful ❤️
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A wonderful poem.
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What a delightful poem!
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