By the Fireside…
I long to sit and write poems
Warmed by a crackling fire
I long to share
With fellow poets, writers, and artists
Drinking wine
Listening to their readings-
I have no fireside,
And poets live far away
The chores pile up
I cook, wash, and sweep
Though using a pen when I can
I need not worry-
Life is a poem, composing
What we have no time to in ink
There is poetry that is poetry
Merely written in words
And there is poetry
Expressed in the patterns we live
Embracing the life and work
We’ve been given
Verse offerings made
In the rhythms of sacrifice
Michele Marie
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Feel free to link up at http://dversepoets.com later today where poets from all over the world are posting what is on their minds. Tuesday is open posting… no prompts or lessons being taught. you’ve captured the heart of a poet in your words.
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Thank you for your invitation!
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Indeed I share that sentiment. Tuesday 3 PM EST it opens… read and be read as much as you like… and on thursday and saturdays at the same time there are themes for us to be better poets… and enjoy.. a virtual bar.
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I shall look into it and try to figure it out…Thanks .
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Heart by the hearth….
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This is such a lovely and honest expression ! Hugs and thanks for reading my poems too .
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