by Ewell Greeson
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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Writers and words.
What makes us slaves
until our fingers are sore
And our eyes begin to sway
forced to say "no More".
Of those rhyming words of sound
which in any language you will find
That you can turn and twist around
like little children make them mind.
Oh! These words we write
erase and throw into flight
Trying to convey sound and sight,
sorrow, hunger and delight
It's that we are trying to seek
an outlet for that inner me.
A window for the world to peep
into our hidden soul, for all to see.
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|Reviewed by Leslie Bond
|good poem. Les Bond|
|Reviewed by Quanda Graves
|True. The funny thing is regardless of the over use of our hands and fingers, the overwhelming thoughts, emotions at random; we're destined that's why writing is our outlet. Writers and Words, it's poems like these that make me proud to be apart of the writing world.
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|Well said, Ewell!
|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|Hi Ewell,the most beautiful thing about poetry is that we can share our feelings with the whole world and let people who read poetry to get inside of our souls.Poetry is like doing yoga.Instead of stretching our bodies,we stretch our minds and hearts so that our feelings can pour out onto the pages of a book.I enjoy reading your poem.take care of yourself
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Words of wisdom with sentimental thoughts, well said...
Be always safe,