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

Damn that last line is just a punch to the gut! AMazing!

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.