Biographical Poetry posted July 17, 2010 |
Addressed to that other part of me
To the Fevered Writer Within
by Fleedleflump
You are the thoughts that riddle me, a cancer of the mind, and yet you're a repository for poetry defined. Before the darkness swallows me into the night's embrace, you fill my mind with alchemy that wears iambic face. You twist my nightmares into words expressed through verse and fire, and mire my sleep in tales unheard, whatever my desire. When dawn awakes to rescue me with regulated thought, you shyly tuck your tail and flee into reclusion bought with wealths of words wrought from my wind, the breath that keeps me true. You are the urge I can't rescind; I owe it all to you. |
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There are two sides to every urge :-)
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There are two sides to every urge :-)
My thanks to Shade for the perfect photo!
Mike
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