Poetry (words)

I could….

I could sit all day with a blank page and not write a single word. Sometimes that’s enough, the intent. What isn’t written is still to be said and when it comes it flows, I feel it’s meaning. It’s not a necessity it’s never that. Expressions of thoughts sprawling forward and finding shapes within each line. I think of poetry as images first always from memory or inspiration. It’s something I treasure.


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