Written Gifts

Staring, anxious
Desperate to create
In the void
Thoughts tumble, defy definition

Words, tangled
Sort them, bend them 
Place them 
Change, discard

Again, start again
Think, scribe
Yes, yes, that is it
Sculpted lines

Fly, take wing
Sing of me
Scatter on the wind
Without discretion

My gift, humble
Offered, Given
My reward

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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3 Responses to Written Gifts

  1. splitspeak says:

    My reward, Acceptance… wow that’s so powerful. This poem seems somewhat different from the way you write…or so it feels.

    Love, Mehak.

  2. oldmainer says:

    It is a little. However, I have talked to myself before and since:)

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