As I step into my chamber this morning
The slightest of murmurs could be heard
From pile after pile of poems laying around
The sound of the unfinished word
They all figured they sat and aged long enough
Like the finest of Boones Farm wine
Feeling they're ready to take on the world
And now was the best of times
So I started with the stacks on the left
Digging deep like there was no end
Just when I knew this job was through
I turned around to begin again
There were poems about the present
Poems about the past
A poem of when I found out what life was about
I'd forgotten I'd even had
There are more than enough poems about love
I know now why I set those aside
Though you know when it comes to love and relationships
You can run but you can not hide
There are a few I don't even remember
Letting go of the flow with paper and pen
I might have been in a state of elation
As I often am when a poem grabs my hand
So here I am going through the madness
Starting with the ones that are the loudest
Hoping to give them a chance to talk about it
It's not like they don't deserve it
They've waited here for years patiently
Till this day, the day of Murmur
My goal now is to dress them up so they can go out and play
In the poetic world known as Wonder
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
As I step into my chamber this morning
The slightest of murmurs could be heard
From pile after pile of poems laying around
The sound of the unfinished word
They all figured they sat and aged long enough
Like the finest of Boones Farm wine
Feeling they're ready to take on the world
And now was the best of times
So I started with the stacks on the left
Digging deep like there was no end
Just when I knew this job was through
I turned around to begin again
There were poems about the present
Poems about the past
A poem of when I found out what life was about
I'd forgotten I'd even had
There are more than enough poems about love
I know now why I set those aside
Though you know when it comes to love and relationships
You can run but you can not hide
There are a few I don't even remember
Letting go of the flow with paper and pen
I might have been in a state of elation
As I often am when a poem grabs my hand
So here I am going through the madness
Starting with the ones that are the loudest
Hoping to give them a chance to talk about it
It's not like they don't deserve it
They've waited here for years patiently
Till this day, the day of Murmur
My goal now is to dress them up so they can go out and play
In the poetic world known as Wonder
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