Pulsing Prose

Pulsing Prose short poem

May the ink that flows
From the nib of my pen
Forever entertain you
With words of love
And life and wonder
Lick beams of light
Through clouds of thunder

May the blood that flows
Through the hand that writes
Forever reassure you
With thoughtful verse
And encouraging rhymes
To ease you through
Your challenging times

May the thoughts that flow
From within my soul
Forever help and cheer you
With a jester’s tears
And a smile so warm
To raise your heart
With mirthful charm

May the life that flows
Through these weary bones
Forever keep you guessing
With a change of mood
And provoking phrase
My sweet reward
Is your smiling face

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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All that you wire about and hope for and much more @dartherino..Your ability to wield words so deftly and with such poignancy will reach out and stay with all those who read your “PULSING PROSE”..Brilliant!


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