Authorship coarse or fine,
Brilliant discourse of lines
Assembled to please and edify;
Still remains marks on paper
As Sunburn on skin,
Trying to transmit the pain
Of once living event.
Words flow like an artic stream
Churning through the still frozen ice,
Wanting Sunlight to brighten and heat;
The Writer's choice like frozen steak
Needing the Stove of life.
What Source can the Writer suck upon,
Except the sorrows of his own Soul.
Copyright2002.Lawrance George Lux
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Reviewed on February 11, 2003
What Source can the Writer suck upon,
Except the sorrows of his own Soul.
--Such is the sweet sorrow we draw upon.
lawrence, thank you for sharing this one.
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Except the sorrows of his own Soul.
--Such is the sweet sorrow we draw upon.
lawrence, thank you for sharing this one.
best regards,
Minerva~
Gina
Still remains marks on paper
Trying to transmit the pain
Words flow like an artic stream
Churning through the still frozen ice,
Needing the Stove of life.
What Source can the Writer
the sorrows of his own Soul.
At least I don't.
Sandie Angel :o)