I may not know,
The first poem Shakespeare wrote,
Or the last of Sexton,
Before she passed away;
But I do know being,
Gripped by reading,
Wanting to Die;
And learning the news,
Of Anne Sexton’s death,
Didn’t come as a surprise.
I may not know,
The exact number Dickinson penned,
Or the meters she uses in writing,
But I do remember reading,
“I am nobody”,
And I thought to myself,
She must be writing about me,
For the words she conveyed,
Hit all the right nerves.
I may not know styles,
Or decipher much metaphors,
But I do know,
To decipher,
The beatings of my heart;
The rhythm of my soul,
Which says- more poetry.
And this- I do know,
When the pen is in my hand,
It feels like home.
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Ah yes. Thank you for reminding me I am at home.
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Live it
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Love it
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This is awesome!
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Ameena, I do love the quote you have taken from your poem and the poem certainly knows a lot – of all you don’t know. ππ¦. I would say that is one happy pen.
miriam
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Keep that pen in your hand my dear, keep it in your hand! π β€
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Another great poem π»π»
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Wow! You are so talented!! This was absolutely fantastic!!!
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Lovely, I enjoyed this.π
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Beautiful poem, Ameena!!
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Awww Thank you! π
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And I know that you. Right there. Is among the classics, Ameena! This is epic.
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Aww, I really appreciate this. I do so love the classic poems
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they are amazing!
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