My heart is a bell
a constant ring
of life’s cryptic echos.
Whether a tinkle or clang
dispatches words to my pen
for scribing my book.
New pages add life,
prohibit a closing.
My mind is a candle
with constant flame
the while I’m writing.
Snuffed out I would be
if my pen became still.
Author notes
Lora
A contest entry
- Be A New Favorite II by CarolDesjarlais.
600 points, ended June 7, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Inspiring
I like what you reflect upon in this poem. If writing gives us true meaning in life then write on my dear friend.
Linda
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Thanks so much for the encouraging comments. Yours are always so sweet and uplifting. Lora
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Lora, this is a lovely poem and yes...if we lose the poetry of one poet, we have lost a gift.
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Peness
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Thank you so much for reading my poem and sending the applause my way. It is much appreciated. Lora
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HE HE! I like the way you told how it is that writing is like you .. good write!
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Twunders, I really appreciate you reading and commenting on my poem. Thanks so much, Lora
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