She was a Poet, OnceA Poem by Prolific In VerseA poet fears to forget The heart, all those ashes and treasures A poet remembers life in code A dreamy cherishing of an over-appreciation For words, unseen connections, illusions Amputated by love All those years of friendlessness A poet fears to forget the suffering Because that is what made me write The ‘you-won’t-have-me s’ of life The youth where we felt ourselves A solider of art, oh how many years ago? A poet does not grow up or does she Having children, writing less With not enough time to dance With not enough freedom to think of freedom. © 2013 Prolific In VerseReviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 10, 2013 Last Updated on January 10, 2013 AuthorProlific In VerseAboutI use a mini-laptop, recently I have a glitch that does not permit me to answer your comments, I feel rude but it is not intentional. It's not every day that you write, or it's all day that you wr.. more..Writing
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