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To write is to feel the world in its essence every fibre of meaning extracted to dance across the page, enveloping the reader in a languid embrace. To write is to find oneself at the core of each word jostled in turn by swathes of meaning, tumbling thought-streams, sweet rhetoric of wonder. To write is to walk naked in the imagination while closeted unseen, revealing all for those who perceive in lines of poetry sprouting seedlings of wisdom disgorged to take flight.
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 10:50 AM UTC
The Poet by Anita Neilson
To write is to feel the world in its essence every fibre of meaning extracted to dance across the page, enveloping the reader in a languid embrace. To write is to find oneself at the core of each word jostled in turn by swathes of meaning, tumbling thought-streams, sweet rhetoric of wonder. To write is to walk naked in the imagination while closeted unseen, revealing all for those who perceive in lines of poetry sprouting seedlings of wisdom disgorged to take flight.
I wrote this poem whilst in hospital after a heart-attack. I couldn't sleep, and inspiration just seemed to come, so I scrabbled about in the dark for any scrap of paper to write it down!
anita-neilson
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55/F/Scotland
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 10:50 AM UTC
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