I refuse to write any more poems
She said
This will be my last one
And it won’t be about those glowing stars
She shouted
This one
It will be about how they fall down
All dark
Covered in nothing
All alone I’m sure
Yes, this poem will be about that
She whispered
-HTJ
If you like the images that have been used to illustrate this poem they are from morguefile.com. All the photos have been edited, but the first photo is by lisaleo, the second photo is by cheetahonweb and the third photo is by lauramusikanski.
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Been there . . .
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Hope you feel better
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Hilde, keep writing poems!
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No worries I will 🙂 Not an autobiographical poem. Don’t consider myself a poetry star either so there can be no falling 😉
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So sad, I hope she finds the real star she needs. Please don’t stop writing poetry though!
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No worries, it is not autobiographical 🙂
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Phew! 🙂
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One of my favorite so far
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Lovely poem! I love the reluctance of the narrator. It’s like the poem is spilling out of her, regardless of what she actually wants. The muse does what the muse wants 🙂
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Thank you so much 😊
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