Me too : )

[sillifluous]

I have been observing poetry being created by a budding poet.
A fun process - tossing around random ideas and tweaking
memories and emotions until a simple phrase or unconscious
remark becomes a starting point for a poem. Once begun, it is
written quite effortlessly. Reading poems fresh from the pen is
delightful !!

Writing poetry must be infectious.

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[alkyron]

it IS infectious ... beautiful lyrics and verses make me itch inside (no its not nappy rash HAHAHA :P) to recreate something along those lines :)

[anonymous]

Ask not the moon why she waxes and wanes
For she is a mere satellite trapped in your gravity
It is your shadow on her that waxes and wanes
And all the moon does is follow you through eternity