A Writers’ Retreat

It’s where poems and stories come together.

It’s where peace and harmony meet.

It’s where thoughts run free, by unfettered degree.

In short, it’s a writers’ retreat.

It’s not hunting shooting or fishing,

Or anything so dubiously mannish,

That takes them there, away from all care,

Allowing all burdens to vanish.

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There’s a complex, serious ‘out there poet’,

With essays on the shelf.

There’s a simple, trivial, ‘poet in hiding’,

Just writing for himself.

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There’s a time when people write,

When self-expression needs to vent.

There’s a place that takes there workings,

When a concept’s fully spent.

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There are no rules that govern

How a notion comes to be.

Nor any imposed boundaries

To stop it flying free.

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Both the serious ‘out there poet’

And the trivial ‘in hiding’,

See their work take form, on each platform,

With their points of view providing.

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With points of view in many a guise,

With both stories and rhyme being written,

It’s easy to see how it comes to be,

Once the writing bug has bitten.

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So, for both the ‘serious’ and the ‘’trivial’,

Let their rhyming voices sing.

So that each may have their say

In their own distinctive way.

Let their notions interplay.

Each to do their very own thing.

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It’s where ideas and notions come together;

Where fact and fiction meet.

It’s where thoughts can flow and ideas grow,

With meditation and musings replete.

It’s a place unlike any other.

In short, it’s a writers’ retreat!