Taking some time each day to write poems

Has made me realise what little time we have for our inner selves

In our bustling, new-fashioned, demented world

I have found myself talking more through my poems than to people

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I held the shell to the ear with a hand

I listened to the breath of Posidon

And the laughter of mermaids

As I sat on the cold Winter sand

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The people in my head
All speak with different voices
I set them free in ink
and I make all their choices!