Breathe (about writing poems)
- nopeasforever
- Mar 20, 2022
- 1 min read
The words flowing off the quill
The grand strokes of greens and blues
The master plans that will help all those in need
Such Grand Passions that a chosen few possess
My life is in awe and bafflement of them
Such clarity, such all-encompassing designs
Truly stokes of genius
With barely a wrong word or idea
Who is able to master this?
Who cannot recognize the genius?
Where, where?
Do these grand passions arise from?
I, for one, have no such clarity
I have no such brilliance of a grand design
My life seems destined to the small
The series of small passions
I am told what I write is born of passion
The accumulation of these small passions
Which creates a grand passion within me
Perhaps they are right
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