My Poetfriend

      My poetfriend would sit

      In Café Marseillaise:

Would sit, drink coffee, and just write ---

      Phrase upon angry phrase.

 

      And poems would take shape

      Once the lava had cooled:

Those fierce, true words that helped her cope

      And by which I was schooled.





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Written on 2020-12-26 at 15:29

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Poetic passion. There must be one to have the other! Nicely stated, Thomas
2020-12-26


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
This reminded me of the saying, write drunk, edit sober - writing has always helped me in times of sheer extreme of experience - it is the one place, even if no one reads, that you can be you

Elle x
2020-12-26