the blinking thin
line stares back at
me, as it beats
with my heart
jumping for
you so silently. there
is a poem inside
me, a poem i want
to let out badly, but
the words are
scrambling like train
passengers on their
final stop, rushing
to come out. there is
too much that i
want to write, as if
the words in the
dictionary will not
be enough, because,
listen. from thousand
miles away from
me, i am not even
sure if this will
reach you, hopefully,
but there maybe one,
no, it’s a thousand
poems inside me, and
maybe i will not
be able to spill
them out successfully,
but this one i
think i can say
surely, you are
my heart’s poetry.
—
Beautiful, Rosey!
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thank you, PJ! ❤
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You are missed Rosey! ❤
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awwwwwww. you are sooo sweet! missed you too and your tiny stories! ❤
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Awww thank you!!
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always!! ❤
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Soo romantic!💞 *swooon*💞
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awwww. thank you, Sanaa!
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I feel like this when I have a million stories inside needing to get out. Great piece!
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awww. yes. the feeling, Diana! Thank you!
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Most welcome. ❤
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A beautiful write Rosema :o) xxx
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thank you! 🙂
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Nice poetry Rosema. Writing poetry sometimes feels like being on a crowded train.
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ah i cannot agree more! Thank you, D!
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I liked the description of words scrambling like those passengers. Some may not get out.
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ah that is true. some remains locked inside. 🙂
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Love the last line & I believe it, smiles ~
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awww. thank you, Grace!
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Well penned!!
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Thank you!
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This is truly beautiful. Who will not be moved by the last stanzas?
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awww. thank you!
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Love how you have used the short linbreaks for urgency…
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yay! thank you, Bjorn!
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I love the idea of words as passengers. It’s a very apt metaphor. Of words being as passengers on a train that the speaker can’t let off. Words they can’t reveal although the speaker deeply and ardently wishes too. Beautiful poetry as always. I’m in awe of your ever developing poetry pieces. Also doing your November Notes again this year. I can’t recall if I did it with you last year, or the year before. But I love it and Satah’s Music selection (with your input of course) are so far wonderful. I’m still about 4 days behind as OctPoWriMo just finished for me yesterday lol.
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awwww. you are ever kind, Mandi dear! 🙂 Thank youuu! And yes, November Notes was last year. 🙂 I did not announce it here bec i might not be able to visit each participants. i do it on IG. 🙂 But i would love to read yours! 😀
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Aw thanks Rosema. I’ll be slowly going at it. If you comment only sometimes I don’t think there’s an issue. There is not enough time to read every piece everyday. At least that’s what I’ve come to understand and feel.
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Thank you for understanding, Mandi!
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So nice to see a poem from you! This one is beautiful!
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awww. thank you, Al! 🙂
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Awwwww… welcome back rosema. This is beautiful
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awww. thank you, Ameena!
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Love the words spilling out like passengers. It does feel like that, doesn’t it.
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yes it does. thank you, Sarah!
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