I didn’t consider myself a writer until I met you.
You were all scruffy hair and spectacles
at the end of your nose,
all classic novels
and 20 cups of tea
to keep you going
your tap, tap, tap on your writing desk
with your ink-stained finger tips.
I inspired you, you had said
once
and I clung to this long after you had forgotten,
Your gentle smile and freckles and your one armed hugs
I
wrapped myself in your wool jumper that winter
jotting down pencil words in messy notebooks,
with sore fingertips on typewriter keys,
I am certain,
I wasn’t a writer,
Until you inspired me.
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Very nice and I like your style. Thank you for following BrewNSpew.
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This is wonderful poetry. Thank you for following me 🙂
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Thanks, you too! 🙂
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Thank you for choosing to follow one of my blogs. I enjoy checking out your work. 🙂
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Hi tinarosepoetry. I am still trying to find myself! Writing is my passion that keeps me sane and alive yet I do not consider myself a writer but observer of life in this crazy virtual reality society! Thank you for wanting to follow my poetry adventures! Like all things Paranormal! UFO’s! Conspiracy theories! Take one day at a time! Great to meet you.#ThefoureyedPoet.
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