For Real Toads. NaPoWriMo day 16.
Poetry is like a lava flow, so that I don’t explode.
Poetry is the heartbeat, from the center of me.
Poetry is the rain outside, pouring, and the shy sun when it peeks through clouds.
Poetry is the salve on my heart, saving my sanity.
Poetry is the firefly that makes even the darkest night a little lovely.
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Wow, beautifully written, love it!
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Yes, lava. Although, this morning, for me, it felt like restless drums in the native village, while the Raj white people listen nervously.
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Oh, so lovely, the poem firefly lighting up the darkness.
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Yes to all those things.
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So wonderful — poetry is certainly all these things and all these things certainly have a poetic quality to them. 🙂
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“Poetry is the rain outside, pouring, and the shy sun when it peeks through clouds,”… oh yes!!❤️
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I think the rain analogy works so perfectly for poetry- a favourite of mine!
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Oh the little light we can get…
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It’s certainly been all that to me as well. Really lovely piece.
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I love your poem but have to confess I used the same title – I promise you I hadn’t read your poem first, It’s just a strange coincidence.
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That’s not a problem! 🙂
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You painted beautiful images with your words. I can relate to these words, poetry touches me deeply, too.
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