Poem -

Humble Poet

Humble Poet

your eyes
no
Longer
Touch 
My
Ink
As
I
Have
lost
you

My emotions
And 
Creativity
Somehow
and
at
Some 
Point
became
An
Eye sore

Though
When
I am
Inspired
To
Write
It
Has
Never
really
Been
About ( though today it is)
You

I always
Hoped
A
Heart
String
Or
Two 
Were
Plucked
Your
Way

Yet
I now
come
to
Realize
The 
Arrogance 
Of
My
Thought
Consumed
me
Along
The
Way

Excommunicating
my
Spirit
from
The
Spectators 

Maybe
One
day
humility
Will
Again
Feed
The
Followers

 

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Marion

Hi Greg, I think 'humble' doesn't know the directions to Cosmo...we could all do with a chat over a nice cuppa with 'humble' ?? nice write ? 

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author
Being Me

My eyes touch your ink, Greg. My eyes love your ink! Don't leave us! If this is about Cosmo... I have a cunning plan. But I can't say too much at the moment. Keep writing... Please keep writing. 

I am currently writing and rewriting and writing again this poem I have lodged in my brain at the moment. It is not going to well right now. I am on my 6th rewrite with it. I hate giving up and all the while this one is lodged in my mind it is not allowing for anything else lol. 

Don't stop writing, Greg. I love love love your style x

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GREG TUCKER THE...

Tina thank you.  Lately I get few reads.  Sometimes I just wonder content is just not good to the reader.  I f o have some faithful readers like you, cherie and jeremy but not many read consistently 

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