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by sophiasummerNorthland, New Zealand

Jun 2010 563 Views 5 comments

the blank page

as my fingers write away
I know not what I will write
they are just from my space
you may watch me drift away
you may see me here

there is no boundries with words
they creep up
words?
they lay their letters before you
it is placed
it sealed

for whom chooses to read
and for whom chooses to expell
funny place to be
and yet
solice steers its weary head

we write within and without
the gifts of sensing
there is no return
once "send" is pushed

Did I just push "Send"?

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Posted: Jun 2010

About this poem:

just a little rambling tonight

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Comments (5)

andrew149Southbourne, nr.Bournemouth, Dorset, England UKJun 30, 2010

Thankyou sophiasummer for your very thoughtful ramblings and writings......Andrew......xxx

sophiasummerOPNorthland, New ZealandJun 30, 2010

thank you Andrew, when one needs, one should do.

agoodguy2havesuffolk, Virginia USAJun 30, 2010

"the gifts of sensing
there is no return
once "send" is pushed" ...a certain freedom of thought, a gift. ;-)

sophiasummerOPNorthland, New ZealandJun 30, 2010

a thought, yes, a freedom of willing to share,
I thank you for your encouragement.

jazzy75Houston, Texas USAJul 2, 2010

we write within and without
the gifts of sensing
there is no return
once "send" is pushed

striking verse! your poem brings a new dimension to the forefront...excellent write