Today’s Poem Today
I dreamed I was writing. Words marched In precision parade, Each following each, Waiting at the tip of my pen To be revealed -- To fulfill its purpose. Words grew Into a battalion, Proud to stand together, Ready to be struck down To serve the greater good -- They didn’t all survive. I dreamed I was a writer.
One thought on “I Dreamed I was Writing.”
You are both a general and a writer. Well, commanded!
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