Writing Poetry

At times brooding in the shadow of the night

Gently standing in the morning light

Imago born

Wrestled out of thought and form

Careful of your ego norm

Hidden in tight cocoon

Strengthened wings take flight and delight

Watching created thing

You stand alone and look

Pondering created space

Lamenting from another place

Listening to your tone

Your rhythm

Your rhyme

Searching for meaning

Wondering always

Is this your time?



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