As I sit down to write,

I am oblivious

To the world around me,

And my mind witnesses,

All that my eyes can’t see.

 

As I sit down to write,

I become a nomad,

Sailing across the sky,

Traveling with my pen,

I let my dreams soar high.

 

As I sit down to write,

I give wings to my thoughts

To set them free like birds,

My imagination,

Is unleashed into words.

 

As I sit down to write,

Emotions overflow

Quite spontaneously,

Enabling catharsis

Automatically.

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This poem has been written in the Monchielle style. It won 2nd place in the contest conducted by Penmancy.

The Monchielle follows the following rules;

Four stanzas having six lines each. The syllable count of every line is six. The first line of all stanzas needs to be the same.