It is always such a celebration
in every single new adaptation
that I then pen upon the page
some new epic for a new age
While I while away my time
chasing a life of pure rhyme
never staying within these lines
plot and scheme my own designs
Just another creature of the night
ever indentured to the write
bound up in the poems I pen
forever returning once again
Capturing every single word
jotting it down before it is heard
weaving it into my canvas
before the moment can pass
Until all of my ink runs dry
when I then await another try
in the hope that might find
all these dreams I left behind







I like how this poem flowed. I also liked how you say you are going to search for all the dreams you left behind.
Hello LDF. How are you? Nice to see you here. This poem has magic and lured me in from the start. Marvelous write.
Thanks so much…
Adaptation = survival
The search continues. Enjoyable read.
Thanks so much
Beautifully penned, LDF. Great read my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks Damian
A love the gentle flow of this and how is plays out as i read it. Truly imbued with that singular magic you have with verse. And a powerful theme of adaptation to the challenged life gives us.
John
Hi John… glad to see you here…