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Spells
I had my fuel for writing
I met my muse
she left, and I wrote more
expending lines, though beautifully lost
expanding through loss
found an ear, in finding
I began to listen
to voices other than my own
other perceptions, other thoughts
like in keening
though absorbing of sound
a cushion, a sponge, a solace
a smack, thump when needed
a kick to start
and stop the fall
a net
with smiles
and different musings
songs, and spiels
spelling, spilling, life...
David Bellamy ©2006 |