hunger once again
appetite for poetry
never gratified
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Some call it red 
I feel the same way. I’m constantly, as I go throughout my day saying, “Oh! I must poetize this!” I love words; I adore verse.
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Yup! Me too 😉 Sometimes a haiku comes to me while I’m driving. I keep repeating it over and over until I can write it down to ensure I don’t forget it.
A sad and suitable sentiment, hope you find poetic fulfillment 🙂
Like a woodcrafter
Take knife, carve intricately
Eternal Stories
I like your poems, Taehreh.
On your main page this appeared as a single line and I really liked it that way. Funny the atrocious formatting on wordpress sometimes causes an interesting transformation.
aghh I know. I gave up trying to keep the form of my writing long ago. None of my poems on here appear as they were originally written in my notebook. But yes, I actually agree with you on this point. The single line keeps the flow better.
I guess sometimes the formatting offers something unexpectedly pleasing.
Similarly, the aching for the May of this bygone year – another Spring gone. A toast to May 12th. —–Chagall
I’ll toast to that. It was a good day, and a great Spring. And here’s to an amazing Fall.