From my poetry blog
Changeling time creates; time destroys witness the growth of men from boys a belligerent sun warps continents of clouds a plane, a boat and a hike will get him there shaking his hair along liminal coastlines harvesting mannerisms, lives, throwaway lines in a fisherman's hut a changeling writes ©AndrewJamesMurray
That is beautiful!!
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Thank you Maria.
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That’s great, Andy! What prompted you to write this?
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Sorry, I’d not tagged my reply onto your comment, Linda. See below!
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I’d wrote a poem called Writer In A Coffee Shop, and this I wrote as a second part to it. Seeking out a different type of place where the writer would seek to write. I’m not sure about the closing lines though. What do you think?
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