#clogyrnach #poetry #welsh
The whirling words in my head spin
me out of control - I can't win.
I need words to write,
get me through the night.
Heartbeat fight
causes this din.
Poetry can be angst ridden.
The words go to be hidden
away from my pen,
only now and then,
an amen
came bidden.
I'm coaxing them to life and breath.
Anointing them before their death.
Write now on the page!
In love or in rage,
the world stage,
shibboleth.
Reverberating in my brain,
I call them out, give them a name.
Very wild and free,
they will speak of me
to a 'T'
without fame.
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