For ballast and balance - you act as my keel
A first step to constructing a frame of the real
My sails sing out towards horizon though I'm prone to submergence
But when I am battered, you, my underpin, my stable one
you, my love, you keep me adrift, riding safe currents
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What if every moment you had the urge to write
a surge of words suddenly emerged in sight?
A poem a play a story might unfold on imaginary lines
instead of getting lost; the cost of an active mind
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A feather found on the ground
dipped in ink and scratched across the page
a quill to quiet the world
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Blank page still to be filled — a difficult terrain — a map like this needs directional compass and a point from which to begin
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Go on ahead - Stick your fat head in the sand
I think we have all come to understand
it's been a trial and you?
You're stuck in the muck of deep denial
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White Oaks and Sugar Maples, linking together in angled arms
Paper Birch and Black Walnuts, singing together of the rains
Red Spruce and twisted Pine, shivering in winter, waiting for spring
Writers like us, we wander the canvas, inspired by quiet determination
of a forest, alive, if you take the time to listen
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In silence - the watcher of news, in turn, turns furious:
The truth is, the truth has become far too elusive
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We are designed - you and I - for the possibility of romantic attraction
My protons and your electrons: our ions dance the dance of chemical reaction
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