Chicken Scratch MasterpieceA Poem by Shelby
I sit and I write and scribble and write.
Wasting much ink and pencil lead.
Papers wrinkled and torn from a book.
Words miss-spelled and letters miss took.
I sit and I write and scribble and write.
Occasionally something good appears.
Occasionally something spectacular emerges.
Words flowing together like a river.
I sit and I write and scribble and write.
Scoring on inspiration,
Loving each line,
Knowing that each and every word is mine.
I sit and I write and scribble and write.
© 2008 ShelbyReviews
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1 Review Added on February 27, 2008 AuthorShelbyKSAboutPoetry, Words, Painting for the ear, what the eye cannot see Im 23 and live in the United States. I love writing and reading others work. I hope tro publish some poems someday as well as a childrens .. more..Writing
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