
I write when I’m happy.
I write when I’m sad.
I write songs just for me
Or to share all I’ve had.
I write what I see.
And words to inspire.
I create a fantasy
In my mind to desire.
I don’t have to take my car
Or a train or a plane.
Just let things be as they are.
My thoughts are the refrain
And my dreams write the verse.
I never have to rehearse.
I can see or be anything I choose.
I can always win, never lose.
I can be young or old.
Create stories never before told
And travel to other times.
All mimicked in rhyme.
Such is the view
From without and within
I’ll write them to you
To show you where I’ve been.
–Deborah A. Bowman
I’m glad you write Deborah š
P.S. I sent you an invite to my private blog as requested.
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That’s so true! I get so immersed in my writing most the time. Unfortunately, I have neglected writing for a long while now. Trying to get back to it regularly.
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Best wishes on your renewed writing!
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Hello my talented redhead, writing friend! I love your whimsical poetry here today. š
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It was a fun, off-the-top-of-my-head ditty.
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