all in a poet's work.
By Aixerona
Locked myself into my room Threw away the key Along with anything Not quill, ink, and parchement. Sat down with a pen It ran around some paper. Not a word came out Not a word I could write. The wind heard it fall. A sharp intake of air, no release. Until... one word. Make that four: I can breathe again. A chain of words followed With sprinkles of sense, hope, Pain and depth... It was raining in my room.I am so happy today! I got my third letter from poetry.com, Semifinalist, formally invited to the International society of Poets' convention and symposium, I can barely type! Wee! Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 10:06 AM PST, Sarah Bernard 0 • 10
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"Locked myself into my room..."