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  Jan 2015 calpurnia mockingbird
Piglet
a collaboration with Calpurnia Mockingbird*

Write for you
let words pour fourth
for the good of a smile,
to release the pressure,
to dry the tears.

Write for you
because you feel it.
Not for the lightening,
the exclamations at clever rhyming
nor the coloured heart that marks your triumph.

Write for you
for love, for joy, for fun
let your souls soar with the majesty of eagles
upon the freedom of a blank page.

Write for you.
your desires and dreams.
Your wishes and doubts
may echo in the lives of others
but that is not their worth.

Write for you
because it is how you breathe,
how you let go,
be soothed by the flow of ink
for it is your only stillness in an ever spinning world.

Write for you.
Only you.
Always.
I came up with this idea last night after reading all the "awesome" poems and got to wondering if that's why we're here, to gain praise? If I never had a poem trend or liked would I still write? Of course. Should popularity matter...nope. Thanks to Cal for agreeing to come along for the ride, it's always a blast :-) x
  Jan 2015 calpurnia mockingbird
Piglet
Everybody that comes here day in day out and bears their souls, often with no response, yet still they come, because in some quiet way it helps. You know who's awesome?
All of us.
So there!
  Jan 2015 calpurnia mockingbird
Sombro
Sweet lady with our sweeter son
read to the boy in bed
have words of wisdom, sage and true
dance in his sleepy head
for in the sky sweet child and I
will paint a poet's dream
and though the day
will make its way
our stars will always gleam
Stark white was the fir in its blanket of snow
worn down was the deer that hunger laid low
gone were the green things clover and all  
buried by the dampness of frigid snow fall
harsh became the forest as vast as the sky
leaving whitetail for miles to do nothing but die
  Jan 2015 calpurnia mockingbird
Piglet
Watching swings in the wind
swaying, ghostly
sadly empty
chains creak with no laughter to drown the sound
it carries like screams
of all the children
who pleaded
to never
ever
grow
up.
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