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Illustration by @luciesalgado
The humming wind is a melody
The drumming rain its choir
The rustling leaves a remedy
Of what creativity will require
The rain itself is inspiration
To write of worldly sorrows
The parting sky's a reminder
Of hope brought by tomorrow
The rolling waves talk of wonders
Only muffled in its fall
Against the rocky, sandy shore
Silenced by heaven's call
Who would write and tell of this
If not I who sees and marvels?
I dare not miss to share a bliss
Of beauty amidst the quarrel
I feel the sadness of the night
And pure hatred of the sun
A hundred judging eyes alike
Look to me opposed to none
I hear many voices cry out to me
For their stories to be written
My conscience clears as tears fall down
My lips are sore and bitten
I listen to what the wind tells me
And jot down every word
I fear they are stories that come and go
With one chance to be remembered
Can I be blamed to feel compassion
And sorrow as anyone can feel?
An emotion surpasses the naked eye
And softens any heart of steel
The weather's too fine for me to turn
From the page upon the floor
A pair of pen and pencil sit
Beside the open door
The world's too big, and time too old
For me not to wonder
If a thousand million stories born
Are dwelling in a corner
Like love as such an easy prey
As it is a vicious predator
And hate a common alibi
For hearts to break whenever
A right to feel much pain and love
Is a freedom made for all
A word can suffice a muttered thought
Any wonder one recalls
What is the purpose of seeing and feeling
If we are not to impart to others?
The stories that catch a writer's eye
Are meant to be shared with brothers
I can turn a feeling into poetry
A memorable, sullen phrase
As any would care to put to words
The loveliness of happy days
But,
One does not always feel the urge
Unless he sees what none can see
Often found in silence of the deadly night
Or bitter days of melancholy
Yes,
I say loneliness is a pleasing friend
For the inward eye, he opens
To things unnoticed, things unsought
Mends a thousand words unbroken
I see inspiration as an excuse
For loneliness sublime
With the absence of human comfort
I chase words in endless rhyme
Truly,
I write in my loneliness
In my joy and in grief
As I drown in my own world
Words are my relief
8-22-17
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Updated on April 21, 2020
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