A poem of my writing process
These thoughts surface
from the depths of
my mind, demanding
a tongue, a face
Something old, born
in the new, in silence
in wisdom, in the lack of
in naught
Transcending from
energy to thought, to
ink, to paper, wet
on dry
After the storm
a silence descends in
a warm embrace, I
a false thought
Poetry by Willem
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Written on 2024-02-24 at 19:10
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These Thoughts
These thoughtsThese thoughts surface
from the depths of
my mind, demanding
a tongue, a face
Something old, born
in the new, in silence
in wisdom, in the lack of
in naught
Transcending from
energy to thought, to
ink, to paper, wet
on dry
After the storm
a silence descends in
a warm embrace, I
a false thought
Poetry by Willem
Read 131 times
Written on 2024-02-24 at 19:10
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