AS I LISTENDE

As I listened , to the woman reading out my work
She plaid her Celtic harp , tears welled up
My eyes filled with tears

It slipped my mind that the words were mine
As if I was hearing a poem of someone else

Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith



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Written on 2014-05-11 at 12:47

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This is very interesting. We write out our sorrows and it is a relief, but hearing them back, then we feel them all over again.
Good insight into writing with this poem.
2014-05-11


Nabeela Altaf
Sentimental. It always feels good to be recognized and liked.
2014-05-11