As the ink slowly drips
Conjuring its spell
I give myself over
To the desires that dwell
I watch the words forming
In a vapory haze
Leaving me sickened
Weary and dazed
Stretching the bounds
Of my disjointed affliction
I write through hell
For this is my addiction
Lured once again
By this mysterious fate
These are moments
I live to hate
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Her Writing Haven 
Great poetry my friend 💐 Have a lovely day…keep blogging and keep sharing …
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Thank you! Hope you have a wonderful day as well. 🙂
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My pleasure always…🤗🤗
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Or love, depending on how difficult the words are to string at the time.. Really nice rhythm.
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True… thank you Violet. ❤️
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Like a back to front writers curse ……
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I’ll accept the shiny penny, but I think I got the best end of the deal: a penny plus the enjoyment of a lovely poem. It’s not my first encounter with your work. (I’m not certain, but didn’t you read at Dagny’s open mic?–that I’m not sure of, and it makes me sound purely stupid if I’m wrong.) I love the clarity of your thought that the rhyming seems to enhance, not detract from.
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Thank you Jay. I’m sorry, but it had to be someone else at Dagny’s. Sounds like a fun thing to do, but I’ve never had the opportunity to try something like that.
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