Shalom Freedman

Bronze Star - 2,392 Points (Troy New York)

The Poems Came To Me At Times Easily - Poem by Shalom Freedman

I sang and laughed with them
They were the joy of my inner life
I had no more happier times
Than when I was writing them-

Writing this one now
I think too of all the grief and sadness
That have gone into them
And will never be wholly written.

The writing of poems is a joy of life
Small or great as it is
It makes those of us
Who believe they are writing them
Breathe better.


Comments about The Poems Came To Me At Times Easily by Shalom Freedman

  • Rookie - 120 Points Amanda Laurent (5/23/2013 9:54:00 PM)

    I wholeheartedly agree, writing poetry does make me breathe better every time, happy or sad. Great reflection! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013


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