Perched here within my writer’s garret
Among all my dusty books and notes
I’ll bare my soul and try to share it
All my stories, poems, quips and quotes
There’s times inspiration guides my hand
But other times nothing to be heard
It’s hard for people to understand
The struggle to find that perfect word
Though my attempts might fail, I won’t quit
Like the Phoenix, I will rise again
If my heart still beats, I know that it
Will have me write and never give in
Thank you God for the gift of story
I have strained to pen them full and well
In hopes the world will know the glory
That my humble words have tried to tell
I really feel you in this struggle for the perfect word. And how sometimes you just hit a wall and draw blanks and can’t seem to find any words that fit. Great read, and so true and genuine of poetic life.
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An excellent description of the writing life!
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I also thank him for your gift. It inspires me when I read you poetry.
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Thanks skip.
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Oh it’ll! Definitely! Nicely done!
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Thank you.
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yes we should always be thankful for the gift of words and expression. thank you for such a thoughtful post Jerry.
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Excellent poetry Jerry. You have captured that feeling of desire to always write to always bare our souls. Thank you for writing and sharing.
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