The Effort Of Poetry

The Effort Of Poetry short poem

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And so, with trembling heart
I dare to embrace your clean white sheet
And mark it with my scribblings.
To make a sentence, where to start?
And where to feel complete?
Does it matter if my style don’t rhyme?
I’m sure it will come,
Given time.

And so, with trembling heart
I start to make my mark on clean white sheets,
And fall apart………

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Mark Sandford

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I'm married, fifty seven years of age with two grown up sons. I work at the local railway station in customer service. I have always enjoyed writing poetry and short stories but for the past twenty years I have not written anything because the stream had stopped flowing and had all dried up. Lately someone had admired my recent work and opened up the log jam that had been there all that time and let the stream flow again. It is a great feeling and release.
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Preeti
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Musings about poetry…beautiful!

Besma DZIRI
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Sometimes we are trapped in everyday life web and can’t have the time to embrace our passion. But the stream of words needs a world of its own, appreciation and love to flow with life. I appreciate your poem. Full of depth and meaning.

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