It came to me on a soft white cloud
After all these years
It was like a letter from home
Filled with empty promises
I am a poet
There is a fire in my soul
A fire that consumes me
Pushing me to keep writing
So here I am
Just me, my notebook and my pen
A lit candle, a glass of wine
And a playlist of Classic Rock
The music reaches into my soul
And pulls out the poetry from within
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved
the music reaches into my soul
and pulls out the poetry within – ❤
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One of my better lines I think 😊 Thank you for commenting!
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This is amazing. Lovely 🙂
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Thank you Kritika 😊
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Welcome 😊
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😊
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The simplicity makes it beautiful!
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I’m smple man 😊
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🖤☺👍
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Thank you! 😊
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Simply beautiful Walt!
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Thank you Linda 😎💛
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you!
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Loved this, Walt!! Too Beautiful. Especially, loved your last lines:
So here I am
Just me, my notebook and my pen
A lit candle, a glass of wine
And a playlist of Classic Rock
The music reaches into my soul
And pulls out the poetry from within”!!
💖💖✨✨😁
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Thank you for your kindness Chuck 🙏
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Music can be so inspiring! Another great poem Walt!
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Thank you!
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You are always welcome!
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,❤
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Yes Walt !! we have got to be playing our music as we write……
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I can’t write without it. Thanks Ivor!
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Very nice!
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Thank you Sadje 😊
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You’re welcome 😇
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😎
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