Doves and roses are sought when hurtful, tempestuous thoughts flood and create lumps in the throat, the urge...the surge grow stronger, much to write...we grab pen...paper, suddenly......we are "there," in that comfortable nook...where,
We create fictional love scenes, or...relive tremulous experiences of blazing lava flows, souls despondent driven by disastrous rains, by discontent, or, of souls cherishing rare times, serene, a lake, warm sun...calm coffee moments; all these become messages conveyed they're the carbon dioxide we exhale;
Verses are afloat above our heads until they're written.....and read.
Both old poets and newcomers come up with stuff...funny or bizarre, some readers relate...epiphanies occur. isn't that what really matters?
No kings or queens in prose or poetry. some came first, others came later. surely, both want to write...to share. in God's eyes, no one is above the other.
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Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan November 27, 2023