The lusty heart
strains and fills to full,
pumps for the pen,
swells with the voice,
reaches through the hand’s device:
unburdens oratory cascade
in reams of white sheets impressed
with the ink of its desire to be,
and speak of what it feels
and finds upon the page.
Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2016
I love the energy in this poem Ben
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Thanks Pam. Sap’s arising at the moment!
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Indeed!
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