I was reading an article about poetry in the Queensland Writers magazine. It talked about poetry and playing with rhyme and rhythm. Also that poetry was about feeling.
Any way I wrote this
Drawing a still life.
Before you woke
I sat and wrote,
unspoken lines
upon the page.
I penned my soul.
In unbroken lines
mapping the border
colouring the confines.
blending in the shades
the shadows, the light, the greys
rubbing and softening the edges
to the work that is us.
While you were sleeping
my heart
was worn to the nub..
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