The Novel, Started Not Fully Written Poem by Miss Poetess

The Novel, Started Not Fully Written



There comes a time and place
when all we have done
will show its face.

We wait, we watch
we explore.
What do our lives have in store?

A book is clearly written
deep within my head.
Should I keep it safely there,

Or write the pages instead?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patricia Gale 23 October 2006

Write away my dear, write. For in the pages of the mind lay a story waiting to escape. A fine piece.

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