Poems are spurs of thought,
Rips of emotion–
So sudden and so great
That the soul screams
And shreds so much:
Sorrow and love,
Anger and hate.
Poems are passion–
The lust of a moment;
And when that is gone,
All that exists are
Forlorn words
Spread upon a page,
Testaments of
All the secrets
And all the sins.
A poem is
Everything we are
And all that we are not.
A poem is power.
Copyright Sarah Davidson 2020
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Aspiring writer. Librarian. All-around nerd. My blog Word-Maleerie comes from the word "whigmaleerie," which means a whim or notion. So my blog's topic? Whims/notions about words. I write stories, novels, poetry, plays, observations, columns--you name it. I've always loved words and now I'm trying to make my dream to be an author come true.
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