Without him there is no poetry
Words have no meaning,
Without him life is not living
There is no sun, there is no moon
The stars refuse to shine,
The skies are no longer blue
There is no sunset, there is no dawn.
Without him there is no music
Songs have lost their lyrics
My eyes cannot see, my heart can’t beat
My mind is without thoughts,
All hope, all life, is lost without him.
Without him time has lost its way
Hours and days linger too long
Minutes remain and never end
Nothing will ever be the same again.
Without him there is no more joy
No weather is enough to warm me
And shall I forever be without him?
© Debra J Stuart 2011 Worldwide. All Rights Reserved
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How true, thank you.
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Thank you for your comments. Mostly, I write when I feel inspired. That may mean getting out of bed in the middle of the night because I want to scribble down a thought or capture a reflection that suddenly makes sense. Or it may mean pulling the car over when I am driving because again something has come to me that I do not want to lose and I must put it on paper or risk losing it forever. Yet, best of all, because poetry is my passion, I also deliberately will just sit down to write. Many are the methods to reach within myself so that I may share with you.