unbidden

 

i sing, i am not a singer

i write poems, i am not a poet

 

this i have learned, of this

i am certain, yet 

 

the mind brings sounds

brings images, not to be ignored

 

along the path when i run

in the bed when i wake, thoughts come

 

unbidden, come forth in sound

come forth in words

 

want to be heard, want to be written

i sing and i write, though i am not a singer

 

and i am not a writer, i sing and i write

because what is in me wants out, and i oblige

 

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2023-11-13 at 18:10

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Purge it, in whichever way, if it tumbles thus, purge it
2023-11-14


Sameen
Damn that last line is just a punch to the gut! AMazing!
2023-11-14


Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Finally, you wrote a few words
no wonder i always hear them as songs
i cant yet understand why but i d get there.
A beautiful poem, indeed and i agree wholeheartedlly that what has to pour out, must.
2023-11-13