Write On Poem by Sandra Feldman
Write On
Poets write,
And Poets suffer,
Ink their blood,
And Pen their swords,
Words are birds,
That freely flutter,
And their poems,
Freedom's roads.
Nicely done. I especially like the reference to ink as the blood of the poet, and the pen as the sword. Thanks. Please read my latest two: 'The Best Poem Ever' and 'The Beggar'. Thanks again.
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4/18/2024 6:31:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
One of the bests poems ever. I am left speechless by your words.