Writer's CafeA Poem by Richard MPoets, writers, how I feel of being in this placeA community of writers all are we, peddling our words for all to see, our creations typed in rhyme and sketch; words in skill forever etched. Thought by thought we write our lines, sometimes occasion hard to define, we write our hearts, share our souls and will until we’re grey and old.
We render feelings on screen white, sometimes late into the night, put feelings into words our special gift, we try to give all souls a lift, try to find the brighter side, in some cases to stem the tide.
We meet here daily from across the seas delighting in style each do weave, threading colours in different shades, in love with words, our poems as serenades. By the year we work our craft, swept along by any draft.
I’ve only been here awhile, but time to recognise a smile, from our space we see the world, as all our lines do unfurl, WritersCafe, I’ve found my place, made some friends, seen a face. We paint our world by who we are with each line penned, us as shining stars!
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StatsAuthorRichard MCowra , New South Wales , AustraliaAboutHi, I'm Richard. It says I'm new, but have been here for some time. I live in country NSW, Australia. I was born with a severe handicap, but have always lived in 'mainstream' society; family, scho.. more..Writing
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