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Like the Blustering wind upon a barren plain
Or the windswept ocean, tossing and churning,
As the restless sea of green ebbs and flows
By the cascading breeze’s playful hand,
Through countless measures of space and time
This Willowy Effervescence of verbosity
That Sings in Pain and Wails in Pleasure
Fills the Essence of what makes me Who I Am;
The Poetess within the woman,
The Romantic within the doubter,
The Sensualist within the reticent,
With Passion that Demands representation
Through Flamboyance of phrase
And Delicate Gossamer Lilting words
Spinning Reason into Vivid Rhyme
That gives my Being Purpose
And Speaks of Ages now lying in the vast unknown
Once filled with All I
Aspire to Unveil
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What Inspires us to write? Why do words move us so passionately? Is it something scientifically explainable; a chemical reaction or predisposition, or is it something more mysterious. Spiritual, perhaps, or metaphysical in nature, words often stir the deepest parts of our psyche, connecting us, even unknowingly, with things we barely comprehend, crossing generations, spanning eons of time. Is it the words, or is it the emotions and thoughts they provoke? Can anyone truly say for sure?
~Morgan~
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Beautiful thoughts.
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Thanks so much Nico 🙂
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Nice one!
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Great philosophical poem and post!
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Delighted you enjoyed it 🙂
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Wonderful post and picture 🙂
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Thanks ever so 🙂
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