I find that all at
once
A world of
wonderment envelops me.
Life takes on new
forms,
New thoughts come
alive,
And tints of magic
color all I see.
When I write a poem,
Longing grips my
heart--
A longing to express
what's deep inside.
The more I wander
through
The wondrous realm
of words,
Life becomes much
more intensified.
Sometimes bright and
hopeful,
Sometimes dark or
gray,
Words say what my
heart
Wants me to convey.
When I write a poem,
A passion, hope, or
dream
Compels me to move
forward word by word.
Once my poem's
finished,
What else is there
to say?
At least I've tried
to let my voice be heard.
-by Bob B (11-29-18)
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