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he And herald a new morning That is when I start to write.</i></p><p id="0d5c"><i>I write to find what is in my mind Then sing it like a psalm A place to face the meaning In rhymes and plaintive alms.</i></p><p id="fc56"><i>And then I read to place the seed And watch my learning grow With new words that I have heard From the seeds they sow.</i></p><p id="fab3"><i>In and out of avenues The side tracks of my mind Picking up the pieces Of some left behind.</i></p><p id="5df3"><i>I walk and talk to you, and who Filters past my face Then hold your head in my hands And taste the sweet embrace.</i></p><p id="6b5c"><i>I write to

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find the reason I write from dreams at night Angels that come creeping Past my seventh sight.</i></p><p id="b0fe"><i>I write to find the remedy. The perfect panacea A way to soothe the moods that sing Within a new idea.</i></p><p id="e948"><i>©</i></p><p id="616f"><i>David Rudder 2022</i></p><p id="2910"><b><i>Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry. Join Medium for as little as US5 a month or US15 a month to become a “Friend of Medium” and enjoy the experience of being paid for publishing your thoughts and reading an assortment of great poetry and stories, on this unique platform.</i></b></p></article></body>

I Write

To find

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I write at night, and despite From what I’ve seen and heard I sit here with my ear cocked And listen for the morning bird.

It may be a warble or a whisper The sounds seep into my psyche And herald a new morning That is when I start to write.

I write to find what is in my mind Then sing it like a psalm A place to face the meaning In rhymes and plaintive alms.

And then I read to place the seed And watch my learning grow With new words that I have heard From the seeds they sow.

In and out of avenues The side tracks of my mind Picking up the pieces Of some left behind.

I walk and talk to you, and who Filters past my face Then hold your head in my hands And taste the sweet embrace.

I write to find the reason I write from dreams at night Angels that come creeping Past my seventh sight.

I write to find the remedy. The perfect panacea A way to soothe the moods that sing Within a new idea.

©

David Rudder 2022

Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry. Join Medium for as little as US$5 a month or US$15 a month to become a “Friend of Medium” and enjoy the experience of being paid for publishing your thoughts and reading an assortment of great poetry and stories, on this unique platform.

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