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A Love Story

August 3, 2015
By SomeoneMagical PLATINUM, Durham, New Hampshire
SomeoneMagical PLATINUM, Durham, New Hampshire
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One

She is a writer,
I can tell.
Her scribbles, I can
See them moving
Across blank pages.

Two

She can feel the soft, singing
Voice inside her head,
Giving her ideas,
Formatting her plans,
All
For her.

Three

Early nights,
They come in winter
Gusts blowing
Crashing on fallen waves.

I can see her writing now
About the silent storms,
And wind
And sea,
And how,
About now,
She must be at the line where
She shifts back to poetry.

Four

Counting the days as they go by
Movement,
Keeping track of it in my mind.

Towering gusts of moving,
Powerful winds,
She will drown.

Five

If you can call this poetry,
Not prose,
It is, of a sort.

I can hear her
Contradicting me,
Because she knows
More than I do
See more
Than I can see.

She can tell me what’s
Right or wrong.

Six

Many eyes will see her
Writing,
Plowing through page after page,
Discarding the ones she doesn't like
Ignoring the cramps in her hands
As she does.

Seven

As life may be long
And hands may get tired
Prose is rough and
Short
For those on fire
But Poetry
It is not a mistake
But a beginning.

Eight

Almost done,
I can see her,
Slowing to a stop
Crying out
“I’m done!”
And running
Proudly to me
And telling me
Of her journey.

Nine

Many more journeys await
On this long pathway
To love.



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