This is a poem.
A poem to capture this moment,
in which I sit and write
a poem.
Looking out
of a window
or over a stunning view,
there is that moment,
a moment when you feel your breath
catch in your throat
and you \feel\ the beauty.
It consumes you
and you want to hold on to it
forever.
The perfection of a leaf,
the glory of a summer sunset,
the peacefulness of a quiet pond,
seem to draw the words from my pen
and the ink pours onto the page in pools of poetry.
The rain too, brings inspiration
as gloomy thoughts condense into words
and the mist in my mind wets the page with tears.
This poem though
is not like those.
Inspired by nothing but the desire to write
and a lack of inspiration.
Author notes
We read Billy Collins in English today... He's *so* good.
Written May 3rd, 2006
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i do, i was hoping you wouldnt notice. although i suppose i could have edited it... ah oh well
Edited on May 07, 9:08 p.m. because ''. -
do you realize you just used a double negative? not unlike that essay we read in APE that was a satirical complaint against people writing incomprehensible crap?
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mmmm it doesnt sound unlike him, though.
's a very good sign.
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ahh, that's such a sweet poem. I love this piece. It really does capture the moment. I like how you put it in words. One of my favorite lines is: the ink pours onto the page in pools of poetry. I love how you said pools of poetry some people would have just put poetry. Keep up the great work. God bless!
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