Waltz of WordsA Poem by mysticgmekeepr
They used to just come flying out
In a wild dance of listening and spinning; Those Nouns, adjectives, verbs Tumbling over each other Creating a word puzzle of thought and feeling, Sentences of empathy Pictures of our stories, becoming paragraphs of lyrical pain . Now they are slower to come, and harder to convey, Those poems and prose of seeking.... Contentment is complacency to creativity , But waiting lets the deeper meaning come in perfect timing. © 2017 mysticgmekeeprReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 19, 2017 Last Updated on February 19, 2017 AuthormysticgmekeeprOHAboutI am a woman and a child, an adolescent in an older persons shell, an ancient in a child's disguise, a mystery and a metaphor, opposites and contradictions, swirling waters and peace. more..Writing
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