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When I begin a new poem

or a new short story I

reach for a blank journal

I have to feel the words

flowing from my pen to

the paper and experience

the sensation of writing

by hand filling the page

with those squiggles we

learned to make and form

words for others to read

 

I don’t edit in the journal

that happens on the computer

screen as I transfer what

was created by my fingers

holding a favorite pen

onto that electronic blank

page which allows me

to share my creative side

 

In a sad way, it hurts

to not be able to share

what I write in my own hand

Not that it loses something

in transition, but it is so

much less personal to

see my words in Arial

or Garamond than it is

my longhand …

 

Maybe the Monks

had it right all along …

 

Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

 

 

Poems Inside …

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Every day…

Every night…

More times than

I can count

Poetry flows through

my mind

Some are fleeting and

never are caught

long enough to find

a home … either

on paper

or …

my computer screen

 

My life is a series of

Poems …

Some good …

Most not …

But poems nevertheless

that define me…

my life…

my struggles…

my joy…

my tears…

my pain…

Words that cannot hide

in the deep dark

recesses of my mind …

 

Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

 

 

If I Could Only Say …

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In response to Writing Outside the Lines challenge Prompt 7 for the week of September 20, 2015:

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In our lives there are people, sometimes several, that we have things we want to talk to them about, something to tell them, something to share – good or bad, but the timing just is never right and those things go unsaid. Those things you could never tell go with you to the grave or at least are lost to the person you needed to tell when they go to theirs.

If I Could Only Say …

There are so many words

in my heart

in my mind

in my soul

that need to be said

that need to be shared

that need to be discussed

 

Yet…

Fear is keeping them to

myself … at least for now

Perhaps I will write them

all down and put them

in an envelope addressed

to you …

One that will be found by

some random individual

going through the detritus

of my sad life when I am

no more than dust on

a forgotten mantel

 

Maybe it will be mailed

perhaps it will be tossed

with all the other bits

and pieces collected for

years that no longer

have significance to

anyone …

living or dead

 

There is no guarantee

if mailed it will find

you …

Perhaps you have gone

ahead to pave the way

in the Universe for my

arrival …

Maybe then …

we will reconnect and

I can tell you

my thoughts…

my fears…

what all I held back

for years that needed

to be said…

And…

We will both laugh

because in the end

it really didn’t matter…

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

 

A Treat …

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Whenever you said,

“I want to read something to you.”

I knew I was in for a treat of words

Wonderful words that either were

from your personal writing

Or…

From something you just read and

wanted to share with me …

our tastes for literature

of all types was so much the same

Neither of us could go a day

without reading … something

And…

Usually we also were writing

Words for us both were/are

like brain food…

oxygen…

our life’s blood…

So…

When you said you wanted

to read something to me I

would sit back, settle in and

wait for the voice that was

so much a part of me

that voice I miss each and

every day now  you

are in the big library

in whatever world we land

when we leave this one

I long to hear you walk in

again and say …

“I want to read something to you.”

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Who Knew… Day 29 April PAD

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Who Knew…

All those years

I was the shy

silent one

 

The one who

most people forgot…

Ignored…

Never considered to be

of any importance…

 

Yet…

 

All those years

of being on

the outside looking in…

I watched…

Listened…

Observed details…

Learned…

 

No one ever knew

that they were

being mentally

recorded…

Every detail…

Every action…

filed away in

the deep dark

recesses of my

mind…

to be used when

needed in the future…

 

Bringing back

every mean word

and deed…

every hurt…

every time I

was left out…

ignored…

used…

abused…

abandoned…

Or…

neglected

by those thinking

themselves better…

superior…

entitled…

 

Because…

 

You see…

I have the

Magic…

the ability…

the power…

To bring each

and every one

of them to their

knees…

the ones who

wronged me

in any form or

fashion during

my life

 

They didn’t know then…

and most don’t know now…

I am a WRITER

And…

My works have

POWER…

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Today’s prompt: write a nobody knows poem…

Words…

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Words…

Sometimes I sit reading…

doing dishes…

folding clothes…

And…

The words start

 

Words that MUST

be captured

Words that find a

white space and crawl

on their own from

my pen…

taking control of my

hand and mind

until they run that

particular course…

 

Looking back at

random journals or

previous blog posts

I sometimes don’t

recognize the

words as my own

 

Because…

 

Words have a life and

mind of their own

and demand to be

released

Sometimes…

in multi-colors

across white pages…

 

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

NOTE: This poem grew on it’s own from part of a tweet I made to a friend about how my writing/poetry evolves.

Three Words

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Three Words

Three little words
just broke my heart

Three innocent words
destroyed what was
left of my soul

Three simple words
reduced me to
nothingness

Three words said
without concern
or caring
killed my trust

Three little words
And…
They were not
I Love You...

Copyright © 2014 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Words…

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Words…

Words unspoken
Words to painful
to say out loud
are easy to 
put on paper

A writer…
A poet…
uses words to
protect them
their heart…
their soul...

Hiding behind the
lines and sentences
on a page
Pouring out their
pain behind the
safety of creativity

Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Words…

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Words…

Some call it…
word-crafting…
word-weaving...

For me the very
act of writing is
the looping of words
one after the other
into a…
story…
poem…
novel…
growing like 
knitting a scarf
row upon row

Words…
to wrap around
the reader like
a warm blanket
giving peace…
giving security…
giving a sense of home

Words…
for a reader
to hold…
to taste…
to drink in
like hot chocolate
and bring to them
memories to treasure

Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Games…

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Games…

Always a game
Never the same
 
But…
 
Just when I think
all the rules are
clear to me
 
There is a sudden 
Game Change…
 
Unfortunately…
I will
NEVER
Learn…
 
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

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