Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…

What it’s For


When it’s dark I can believe
that there are still leaves on the trees
and blossoms bloom outside my door.
That’s what imagination’s for.

And when I close my eyes and see
my long lost friends and family
I’m not so lonely anymore.
That’s what memory is for.

And when the world looks far too grim
I load my paintbrush to the brim
and paint a new world to explore.
That’s what inspiration’s for.
#114

I hereby invoke the power of my poetic license to absolve me of the guilt in ending sentences prepositions with.

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2 thoughts on “What it’s For

  1. Tony Crafter on said:

    As Churchill said: “Not ending a sentence with a preposition is a bit of arrant pedantry up with which I will not put!” My view is: Ending sentences with prepositions? That’s what poetry’s for 😉

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