The Absentee Poet

I need to write some poetry
Something to share of me
It’s been awhile
And I’ve been stuck between the lines

I search for words with meaning
And grasp for words that feel
Knowing all too well
That I am not the first to reel
To view the crimson sun
To feel the wind beneath
The rise the fall
Our fragile lives
The fleeting glimpse that holds us all
The ups– the downs
The moods that swing
The highs–the lows
The heart that sings
The rhythm that beats
The blood of poetry

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