This writing THING



This writing thing
That I thought was a fling
Turned out to be a sting.

How that sting gave me a wing
Having carried me to Beijing
Hurriedly it turned me into a king.

It is the magic of this thing.
Imagine that it from me words wring.
I for my life to it cling.

Now I will give it a ring
Needing to take it for a swing.
Nature: it has made me sing!

Given me it has this spring
Gaily; yet what will I to it bring?
Gently I still need to find the red string.





Poetry by Lea Foverskov
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Written on 2007-10-05 at 23:15

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
this rythmic flow of this felt like i was swinging. Up, up, up, I go to catch the rhyme, then swooshing backwards to pick up the other. I love the feeling it gives me. : )
2007-10-14


lastromantichero
this rolling rythmical poem demonstrates your skill and it nice to see your style embellished here you are an asset to this site rgds Mike
2007-10-13


lastromantichero
excellent writing Lea lovley rhyme and a very good poem you are a good poet and welcome here
2007-10-06