They are always there.
Constant companions
following whither I roam,
lending themselves
to use as I please,
offering their worth,
asking nothing of me.
They assist me to rise,
they sing me to sleep,
they catch up my tears,
and dry them for me.
When my voice
has gone silent,
they offer me theirs,
and when it’s too loud
they soften the sound.
I’ve pushed them away
I’ve cursed them be damned
and still . . .
they remain –
without hurt or disdain,
and still . . .
they remain –
to unburden my heart
and vanquish my pain.
They make music
from thoughts,
transform what I think,
spilling my dreams out,
painting visions in ink.
My constant companions,
my most faithful of friends,
they live and they breathe
with each word that I pen.
Crystal R. Cook
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Crystal words
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Reblogged this on The Qwiet Muse and commented:
Throwback Thursday . . . Words
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🙂 aren’t they always..
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Beautifully done, Crystal, and I love the rhythm of it 🙂
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Thank you, sweet Lizzi 🙂
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Loved this.
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Thank you 🙂
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I love this. I was actually singing it in my head. Gorgeous and true.
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Thank you 🙂 Your compliments mean the world to me . . .
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As yours do to me. Truly.
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This is one of the more amazing poems I have read about writing. I love your vision.
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Thank you so much. Writing about writing is one of my favorite things to do 🙂
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