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

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