The Poet
Posted on July 16, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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The Poet
-Linda Lee Lyberg
The house is quiet so I write
While my Viking soundly sleeps
My rambling mind soars, takes flight
As my humble pencil weeps.
Graphite words flow from my muse
It seems I have a blessed gift
For my soul will never refuse
My head’s desire to eternally drift.
My seed ideas ascend to the sky
And back again to softly land
Then from my fertile mind they fly
To the lowly pencil in my hand.
So I share with all the world
As my wings with joy unfurl
I set my true inner poet free.
Copyright©2017
Linda Lee Lyberg
Beautiful writing, can’t wait to read more x
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Thank you, glad you stopped by!
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And we are all glad that you set your inner poet free 🙂
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Thanks Walt!
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That is beautiful.
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Thanks Love!
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Impact! Your best gift to humanity!
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome!
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“My seed ideas ascend to the sky”- love this line 😊
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Thank you so much! I appreciate your kind words. 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come and enjoy Linda’s “The Poet”
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