THE HEART OF A POET
One whom dreams, through feelings Inside that make their way to the surface,
Thinking, always thinking about that which lives around us, possibilities of hope.
From the heart of a poet comes neverending thoughts and wishes spilled out,
With the skill and gift given to write from the heart, a pen moves with the hand.
The writing never has to stop as there are thoughts and scenes seen from a mind that dreams,
The heart of a poet lives In many a person and there are those who don’t yet see.
From me to you and every heart that has many stories to tell, from the heart of a poet.
Keith Garrett
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Beautifully written and thank you for explaining how is me that I couldn´t really figure it out.
Thanks for reading.
On Fri, Sep 6, 2019 at 5:15 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Reblogged this on CRAZY LIFE and commented:
Mr. Garrett got me, thankfully I realised I´m not alone. I live not in a “cool” life that I can walk to “these” people and talk about writing, just not. So in my head WordPress it is my familly of writers. The others…. it really bores me. And don´t ge me wrong, I had Jobs….. you name any and I had done, but I´m an artista, that´s my primary job.
Nice one
Thanks for reading.
On Fri, Sep 6, 2019 at 4:28 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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No problem at all