Tuesday 21 May 2019

Poem: Words

Words fill the page

An attempt to catch beauty
Did it work?
Did it translate?
Can they see?
Elusive readers, beloved unknown
I want you
I dread you
I fear you
Your response provokes success or failure
I wish to be selfish
To write for myself alone
Yet… when I open up
Revealing glimpses of soul on page
Desperate hope is kindled
Perhaps it worked
Perhaps you saw
Hope enough to continue
To attempt to catch beauty
In a page of words

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