Compulsion

poem 1 Minute

I have to write.

I must now write.

It’s fun to write.

And so I write.

I write the words, 

So many words,

Such happy words,

And some sad words.

This is my life,

My writing life.

I do love life,

This sweet soft life.

I sit and write

These words I write.

This life I write

I have to write.

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Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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