Playing with Pain When I detest my own pain It takes greater license Pains me more Libertine and licentious It pains me more Again and again Where do I begin Where does pain end A baroque fugue Twisting and turning With notes all the same Pain demands Performance without applause Till the instrument... Sign in to see full entry.
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This blog begins with the last poem I wrote, over two years ago. I love poetry. I stopped writing when events in my life seemed to end my love affair. Well,this blog is my way back. Unlike Wordsworth, I have no "Intimations of Immortality," but hope to discover my voice, and travel from silence to verse.
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