Writing

Writing

Words fleeting, thoughts escaping, catch them in the ink.

A pad of paper a scrap of parchment pen in hand I wink.

 

A love poem that’s so mournful the ink cries as the words appear.

The paper envelops my soul and draws me into its folds I fear.

 

Writing not thinking emotion over flowing I’m in a daze as the words flow out.

Taking me in the moment how can I ever survive this thought?

 

I write in the moonlight to catch my dreams.

I write to write I’m caught in the moment not really caring to think.

 

The end is near and the paper is full the ink is all but gone.

It leaves me satisfied and longing for more, to catch ones dreams is a task that never ends and becomes a lonely chore.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"I write in the moonlight to catch my dreams.

I write to write I’m caught in the moment not really caring to think.



The end is near and the paper is full the ink is all but gone.

It leaves me satisfied and longing for more"
Wow. what a nice and lovely write from your good pen...Thank you for sharing...:)

[ron]

Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[poetdoug]

"Im in a daze as the words flow out. So true. Sometimes I can't believe where my words are coming from.
Thanks for sharing this excellence my friend.

[ron]

Thank you very much.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

The following lines are interesting

"I write in the moonlight to catch my dreams.
I write to write I’m caught in the moment not really caring to think."

Nice work, Congratulations.

[ron]

Thank you very much.

[UseMeAbuseMeCureMe]

I love the way this rhymes and it perfectly captures the essence of writing good job :)

[ron]

Thank you.