I don't write poems

 

I don’t write poems,

I drink them like wine,

I become tipsy

with each coming line.

 

I don’t write poems,

I breathe them like air,

I become so happy

when each one I share.

 

I don’t write poems,

I live with them;

they prolong my years,

they are as true as I am.

 

I don’t write poems,

I weave into verses

sadness, joy, tears,

prayers, love, curses…

 

My poems talk and sing,

Sense of living they bring.

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

26th of April, 2012

 

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Lynn Dye

Thu 26th Apr 2012 22:09

Wow, Larisa, I love this. It's one of those few poems that when I'd read it, I wished I'd written it myself! Hoping you are well, Love, Lynn x

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M.C. Newberry

Thu 26th Apr 2012 19:59

A most appealing view of the force that compels
a poet to write, one that we can all share and
identify with.

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