Poem -
THE CALL
If the world is a strange place of light and dark
I stand alone, stripped bare
Teetering on the inbetween
IÂ watch as others wash themselves happy in the sunshine
Like a shy child I dither and long to join them
There....
Yet, the dark calls me home like a loving mother at teatime
And I'm strangely relieved.
Marion Price (2019)
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Comments
Wish I could do freestyle but never tried lol xxx brill luv xxx
You can write your work in any format you wish Jill, just seperate the sentences, experiment...I do. I write what I like however I like, there are no rules in my book.( Mostly I call it freestyle because I'm not actually sure what style IV written it in anyway...lol 🤣).... I'm waiting for your first freestyle...??? 😊💕
Haha noo I only do verse I rhyme easily luv xxxÂ
Great poem I enjoyed the read.Â
good job
Violet
Thankyou Hun 💕