Emily

January 26, 2021 ~ sensualism

I once saw fame –

And put it in a drawer

Needless be that

Infamy stood over me

He stayed there ‘til

I’d well surpassed my mortal self

And watched with hindsight

As it was unwrapped

With the pencil of a poet

The letters made the words

That made the poems

That made me

Yet I already knew

Just who I was –

And who I am –

I am Nobody –

Who are you

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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem. I contribute to Cosmofunnel where you’ll find a guided universe of poetry and art. View all posts by sensualism