i am a lonely poetess
without words to express,
how much writing means to me
like sand calling to the sea,
when i am not home;
there are words in my suitcase,
where ever i may roam,

last night the muses made me wake up
time to write again, which fills me up,
when life overwhelms and i do not know how
the next sun will rise,
i wipe a tear from my eye
writing into the night
until everything's alright,

when everything goes wrong
and days feel so long,
when bills are high, and i have to sigh,
{and i'm too poor to pay attention}
i just let my mind go,
until deep in my soul,
poetry flows into a smile,
then i know all is well for a while,

living high on this misty mountain,
far from cities and trains.
nature is totally awesome,
with the thunder and the rains,
solitude and memories; opportunities
that have knocked on my door,
the 'if onlys' of life as it was once before
writing by candlelight and tears
poetess me, through the years:)

through life's storms and sunny days
poetry always finds a way,
if ever i lost my gift, surely i'd be adrift,
for i need to write,
like the earth needs the sky,
with me my pen goes
whichever way the wind blows...

poetess me Contributed by ladyfawn on Tuesday, 24th August 2004 @ 10:59:09 PM in AEST Topic: poets i am a lonely poetess without words to express, how much writing means to me like sand calling to the sea, when i am not home; there are words in my suitcase, where ever i may roam, last night the muses made me wake up time to write again, which fills me up, when life overwhelms and i do not know how the next sun will rise, i wipe a tear from my eye writing into the night until everything's alright, when everything goes wrong and days feel so long, when bills are high, and i have to sigh, {and i'm too poor to pay attention} i just let my mind go, until deep in my soul, poetry flows into a smile, then i know all is well for a while, living high on this misty mountain, far from cities and trains. nature is totally awesome, with the thunder and the rains, solitude and memories; opportunities that have knocked on my door, the 'if onlys' of life as it was once before writing by candlelight and tears poetess me, through the years:) through life's storms and sunny days poetry always finds a way, if ever i lost my gift, surely i'd be adrift, for i need to write, like the earth needs the sky, with me my pen goes whichever way the wind blows... Copyright © ladyfawn ... [ 2004-08-24 22:59:09] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem