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When no one else will listen
you are always there
a blank canvas
on which to scrawl.
In seven or eight millimetre
ruled varieties
you never judge or criticise
my passionate expulsions.
Whether inferno, earthquake, or downpour
you offer freeing revelations
disentangling me
from the desert’s thorny weeds.
When emotional understanding
eludes me
you inspire characters
who express it for me.
While you always listen
you never respond
a silent companion
reflecting my soul.
© A. R. Levett 2014
you are always there
a blank canvas
on which to scrawl.
In seven or eight millimetre
ruled varieties
you never judge or criticise
my passionate expulsions.
Whether inferno, earthquake, or downpour
you offer freeing revelations
disentangling me
from the desert’s thorny weeds.
When emotional understanding
eludes me
you inspire characters
who express it for me.
While you always listen
you never respond
a silent companion
reflecting my soul.
© A. R. Levett 2014
