all of the wishes
all of the wishes
and whisper-soft words
unwritten on pages
impassioned - unheard
brush in the breezes
nod in the night
dance in the darkness
lurch in the light
laptops and paper
patiently lie
poets pause - reaching
catching their sigh
then when the patterns
are sorted in line
the birth of a poem
arrives just in time
Joy Weare,
8th January, 2011.
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