The poems spill out
When everything else
Is being held in
Against our will,
Our words leap
Into action when we
Are too tired to think,
To seek solace in rhyme,
To find freedom in ink.
©Aaysid
“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
Robert Frost
I am thankful to Spillwords Press for publishing my poem, A Bonfire. I shall be really grateful if you could spare some time to go check it out there.
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Love the title! Poem should be a verb! They do spill out, don’t they? They may wake us up in the middle of the night, but they can also save us. 😌 Wonderful writing, Aaysid!
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Oh, you are absolutely right about the power of poetry, Michele. Thank you so much.😊
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It is not always an easy path, but it is wonderful! My pleasure, Aaysid! 😊
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Lovely poem Aaysid!
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Thank you so much, Dominic.🙂
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My pleasure Aaysid!
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A lovely poetry indeed .
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Thank you so much.🙂
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Beautiful!
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Thank you so much.🙂
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Oh so good! Keep those words coming, Aaysid. They feel like a soothing balm. 🙂
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That’s so sweet of you. Thank you, Terveen.😊
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What a brilliant piece, dear Aaysid!!! I absolutely love it, you just have such a magical way with words. Congratulations on the publication!!!!! So well deserved 🤍🤗🔥🤗
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Thank you so much, dear Grace, for your sweet words.😊❤️
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👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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❤️😊
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I so love this piece, Aaysid. It’s beautifully expressed. I can totally identify with every word. So often, it’s when I’m snowed under with other tasks and feeling exhausted that a poem (or at least the beginnings of one) will pop into my head. I hope you are well today. Xx 🌼💕
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Thank you for sharing that, Ellie. Poems have a mind of their own. I am so glad that it spoke to you. 😊 I am good, thank you. I hope you are doing well, too. 😊❤️
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I can so identify with this poem. If it weren’t for my melancholy poetry, I don’t know how I’d deal with things sometimes. Thank goodness for poetry, and thank goodness for your exquisite poetic craftsmanship, Aaysid. You’re always a joy to read. And congratulations on the publishing of “A Bonfire” at Spillwords! I’m going to check it out now. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Mike. This is incredibly kind and generous of you. I am glad to know that you find writing to be therapeutic in a way. Your poems are majestic! I am a huge fan.😊😊
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That’s the truth. Love this one, Aaysid. ☺️
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Thank you so much, Jeff.😊
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You’re most welcome, Aaysid. Always. ☺️
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😊😊
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