UnwrittenA Poem by H. MarionI wrote this in a bout of inspired insomnia (inspiromnia).
A broken whistle drifting
in the chilled air of an autumn evening. The strained hum of an old truck it could probably use a new muffler. This is my life. A forgotten song drifting brings back deeply buried memories. The long-silenced hum of my mother we used to dance as we cooked. That was my life. An unwritten story churning within if I get all down, it's not caged inside any more. A hum of contentment vibrates my chest it's only beginning, as of yet unfinished. This is becoming my life. © 2015 H. MarionAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 8, 2015 Last Updated on September 8, 2015 AuthorH. MarionPortland , ORAboutHello! I won't be revealing my first name on here, but that doesn't matter, since most people call me Mar anyways. I intend to use this website to hone my writing skills and style, while also getting.. more..Writing
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