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    Who is that person over there… the one with wild, unruly hair…
    The one so full of doubt chagrined, who with a word makes heads to spin?
    Is she with blemished, wrinkled face a child of wrath or child of grace?
    Last time I looked that girl grew large…like round and fully loaded barge
    Yet spritely step and joyful heart are more what served to set apart
    Compassion in her voice and hand, made ordinary seem quite grand
    Her words, good Lord, the talk which fell from lips no warning look could quell
    They barreled on like freight-train bound ‘midst spaces few that held no sound
    Most held delight and brought a smile (though some ‘slipped’ phrases aped the vile)
    From stern to aft and back again, her moods reflected in the yen
    ‘To be or not to be’ held true with nudges here and there to DO
    Not think, or wait, or even care…just take some action…if she dare
    The passing sands of hourglass long must be directed, like a song
    Bring forth a love so full and real that all around, ensnared in zeal
    React, as drawn, from laying gaze, upon her poor, attempted ways
    No impulse sparked to turn away, just invitation now to stay
    Engaged, with one who gives her heart without reserve, nor set apart
    From those whose pain and need appear, to draw her in, despite her fear
    This woman form, this mother’s child, consumed by thoughts both rash and mild
    Through cross, through angst, on winding roads, picks up, lays down her daily load
    Who is that one so blessed and free? I think...why yes…that one is me!

    10-17-2014

    ©RhymeLovingWriter 2014
    Last edited by RhymeLovingWriter; 08-25-2016, 02:49 PM.

  • #2
    Love the rhythm to this. Has a wonderful cadence.

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    • RhymeLovingWriter
      RhymeLovingWriter commented
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      Thank you Darthvader! You know how words just whirl in your brain sometimes? That's pretty much my every waking moment.

  • #3
    Yup, I know the feeling. We are writers, afterall

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    • #4
      Another awesome poem you've shared! How do you get them to keep going? That is what is amazing along with the story of course. I get splatters of lines here and there and more often than not they turn into nothing. Bravo!

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      • RhymeLovingWriter
        RhymeLovingWriter commented
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        The thesaurus is my best friend. If I can't find a rhyme that works with my original wording, I look for synonyms and then go from there. I rearrange a lot - and sometimes the cadence isn't as smooth as I'd like, but I can usually keep it going. Often, resolution is the longest part of the process for me because I really like it to make sense. Thanks ever so much for the kind comments.
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