The Rejects

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Written by Michael Marsters

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Rest peacefully, my dear words,
In the pit of this musty drawer:
You’re no picture, no memory,
Without light or rallying song.
A belief is no use
Against well-illustrated desire.

So, rest deeply, my dear words,
Vowels and consonants nestled:
I know that I’ll see you again
In the next obstinate verse
(We all go there someday,
Beyond the cloud, that impenetrable cloud . . . )

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  2. Oh, this is wonderful. What writer can’t relate to this. I have many half finished poems, written thoughts left unfinished–just rejected…

    You are so very sensitive and kind toward yours.

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    1. Ironically, this poem was sitting in a notebook for months because I didn’t think it was all that great at first…sometimes you can go back to them, though, and see them in a new light…
      Thank you for stopping in đŸ™‚

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  3. Great words here…I’m a big believer in returning to writing after it’s had time to settle, collect a bit of dust and then show itself in a new light đŸ˜€ Better that than simply throw unfinished work away…now, that would never do, would it? đŸ˜‰

    A lovely poem, thanks! Hope you have a great day xx

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