by aaronyambrickFondulac, Wisconsin, USA
Jul 2010 601 Views 6 comments
Writers were meant to be lonely
Alone in a tavern the writer needed to be.
Happiness leaking into his glass,
feeding his writers dreams.
The goodness in life did not aspire,
and neither did his marriage of last.
So here he is again making history,
In the pub trying to swallow his past.
Happiness leaking into his glass,
feeding his writers dreams.
The goodness in life did not aspire,
and neither did his marriage of last.
So here he is again making history,
In the pub trying to swallow his past.
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Posted: Jul 2010
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Comments (6)
the poet knows not were he will grasp that moment to write..
Happy journeys,
beautiful
Alone...for awhile, perhaps, until Happiness leaking into his glass brings it to fullness again. Thank you for sharing this writer's drink with us.
I find people that write in public attention starved usually! But then again everyone has different methods. Thank you all for the great remarks!
I only find inspiration through strong emotion. Loneliness being the strongest!!