Scribbling on my Soul
The scratching of the pen
Won’t stop
It echoes through my dreams
And lifts my eyelids
With the urgency
Of birth
Ideas invade
Exploding crocuses
That reach out
For an inkling of light
But
Shadows shackle me
To sleep
Draw me back down
Below the surface
Until the poem
Remains a scribble
On my soul
writing in north norfolk 
That’s a beautiful thing when ideas that scribble through the soul find an outlet through the pen. 🙂
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Shadows shackle me
To sleep
love these lines.
It’s out of the heart…
If your scribbles are so enchanting, i wonder what your best is like.
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