a poem

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a poem

I wrote a poem about my life
it told of family
and friends
of rock n roll
and opera
and books
that made me dream

I wrote a poem about my life
it told of where I’d been
from Copenhagen to Sydney
from Budapest to San Francisco
and most importantly
from Ayr to Aberdeen

I wrote a poem about a girl
it told of my love
for her eyes
her smile
her smell

I read my poems again today
and finally realised
that every one I’ve ever written
uses exactly
the same words

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10 Responses to a poem

  1. Lindsey says:

    Great flow to this poem. Like Jen, I think the change from Wrote to Read works well. Ayrshire skies can be so beautiful.


  2. Lapis Ravenn says:

    I think all of us who have deep passion for someone, something, somewhere, tend to write it again and again–not changing many words. Just my opinion😊 Leslie (of many blogs, aliases)


    • ceayr says:

      Jings, Lassie, how many disguises do you have? Are you on the run or in Witness Protection? You have more aliases than I do, and I’ve got a fair few!

      So are you saying that we all lack imagination?
      That’s nice, I must say!


  3. Nancy Richy says:

    But they are lovely words!


  4. jenne49 says:

    And you use them so well to tell about life in the perceptive way you have of looking into the heart of a situation.
    The repetition of ‘I wrote’ and the change to ‘I read’ carries the poem along perfectly.

    And it’s a beautiful photograph too.


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