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Writing poems is like chopping wood

Before the sun comes up on a crisp November morning

I swing my pen with confidence towards a waiting sheet of paper

And listen for the thunk of ideas hitting the page.

I cross-pile the words, phrases and paragraphs

And admire a growing stack of fuel

Awaiting a spark of creativity to ignite

A fire in the heart of a writer.

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Ardis Mayo

I am Ardis Mayo, Soul Care Advocate with a passion to empower you to live your best life possible in all circumstances. Follow me on Twitter - ardismayowriter. Let's have a conversation.