Shakespeare [ Poetry ]

8| Write

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Write

A poem about pens and paper coming together..

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Someone once said that if you write, you give a piece of yourself every time, it's a quilt in a tree, like writing treasure, bark breaks and shakes but never falls, it stays strong even in a hurricane, it's white and gray and black and brown it's colours unseen and unheard of in this world, it's like reading a book for the first time, new and exciting, yet frightening. When I sit next to the tree I don't close my eyes I look out and see, the green is fascinating, masked with unique things, the way I see it.

it's all different and weird. You see these things don't come often you only see it once like a train flying past you. Like a dragonfly dancing in the sky, spots and dots all look the same but not this, this is different, like a cat smiling and a dog barking, I write and write the way the world looks upside down and left and right, the way a puzzle piece fits perfectly, and the way the snow melts like a ice cream, this is something we don't see everyday this is...truthfully there are no words to describe the way the world works.

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[ authors note ]

This poem is one of my favourites, it tells us the tale of how when we wrote we leave pieces of ourselves in our work for others to figure out, for you to figure out.