When the last light fades
And the cover is closed
And the words are no more
And my story is told
Just know this
You were a blip on the page
A piece of my chapter
Be it maker or mage
The length you walk with me
I do not know
For daylight is still here
the ink is still wet
and I have chapters to go
For there are
Faucets unseen
And depths unknown
This story is not done
This story of me
I like to say I can write English well, but in perusing Twitter (avoiding evening adult chores) I ran across this tweet-link from the DailyWritingTips regarding Lead (present) and Led (past).
Oops.
I have so been guilty of this. Read the article, it is well put together and makes you think. I found that I have been following this account and if I had taken the time to click a link ages ago, I may have been led down a more informative path.
I now feel that I need to review documents at work to ensure (or is it insure?…) that we’ve used the correct tenses. I hope to lead in the right direction but am sure I have led along treacherous paths.
Oh well, just one more pitfall in the journey of a writer’s mind.
Maeve Maddox, DailyWritingTips, The Past Tense of “Lead” is Spelled “Led”, accessed on 08.25.2020, https://www.dailywritingtips.com/the-past-tense-of-lead-is-spelled-led/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=twitter
I would fly
Through the night
Just because you called
I would drive
Just to see
The sun rise
I would light
A thousand candles
Just to let you
See the light
And I will dance
In the rain
Just to let
It wash away
the pain
Seven souls
Entwine
Virtually transcending
Evolving
Neurons
Severely Entertained
Sentient Velocity
Svelte
Elongated
Viscous
Envious
Nefarious
… well I mean, they say seven eight nine…*
*I know this should have a reference – I just haven’t found it, please let me know if you know the origins of this pun/joke/saying.
<< Writingprompt.com via Twitter 8.4.2020 Write a poem about the number 7. >>
I don’t want to love an idol
I don’t want to love a star
I don’t want to love someone
I can only see from afar.
I want to love someone near
I want to love someone who can hear
I don’t want to love an idol
But I am so I fear
Nothing good can come of this
Only loneliness and tear
As dawn goes to daylight
And daylight to dusk
So life enters twilight
And love endures to dust
I don’t want to love an idol
Whom nothing can compare
I don’t want to love someone
And leave this work in despair
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