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Poem 1: A Beginning

I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Friday, October 15, 2010

Poem 1: A Beginning

I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head,
what shall I do before going to bed?
"There's not much day left; there's no time to spare,"
as I wondered using whats under my hair.
And I said to myself, as I looked in the mirror,
"you, yes, you could write poetry here."
So without pen and paper, with ink from online
I started a project to burn more of time.
What is this word time? When does it exist?
Yet I find enough somehow to begin even this!

So, daily now, I'll write poetry here
sometimes it will rhyme, sometimes be unclear.
Read it and comment, and laugh; be at ease
For this poetry means simply to please.
Enjoy these words, and write a reply
or continue a poem if you'd like to try.
Just remember that poetry isn't for free.
If you take it and claim it, you're breaking up me.
Share it and quote it, even sing it in song
just remember to link it back where it belongs.

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