Weeping tears on an empty page
Words of angst mixed with despair
The poet's pen is a soul laid bare
As to the world he must declare
The poet's pen is a soul laid bare
Weeping tears on an empty page
This is the last draft of this one for awhile. Now I'll set it aside and let it stew until I can see it with a clearer eye and tomorrow i will begin the next Triolet.
Hi Merlene
ReplyDeleteI'm really enjoying seeing how the poetry develops. Those small changes here and there can make a world of difference. Seeing the final poem only doesn't always give us an sense of appreciation of the work involve. Your idea of sharing drafts is so generous.
Thank you, Lucia.
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