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Rastrophiliopustrocity

By Guinevere Freeman


My hand raises to write

Not for what it may create

But to simply stop the ache

Although I fill blank white 


Rastrophiliopustrocity

Creatives madness fills me wholly

A burning passion that is lowly

To desperately invoke pity


Joy is not in the eloquent prose

But in the final true translations

Of mine own mind in its creations

Which I do desperately disclose


By Guinevere Freeman


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Julianne Stokes
Julianne Stokes
Nov 26
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Guinevere Freeman poem is challenging. The title draws us in with curiosity. Her moving admission that she “writes to stop the ache” brings us into her space with empathy. Her final joy leaves us with hope. Thank you, poetess Guinevere.

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Audrey
Audrey
Nov 25
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

This SPOKE to me!!!

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kate magnu
kate magnu
Nov 25
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Exquisite

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kate magnu
kate magnu
Nov 25
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Like the everlasting tide - this poet's expression of the fierce push and pull to self-expression is poignant beauty.

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30freemanj
Nov 18
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Pretty awesomesauce if you ask me

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