Writers Room Poem by Tom Allport
Writers Room
The writers room
Where money doesn't matter
Where stories are spun
From white watery deserts
To Vampires on the run
The writers room
Where tea or coffee are served
Where dead men can speak
From where daffodils grow
To a future most bleak
The writers room
Where we talk the clock around
Where splendid hearts go
From a home to a home
To tell their stories of laughter and sorrow.
Sounds quite a bit like Poem Hunter, where money doesn't matter (because we are not paid for being on Poem Hunter): where dead men can speak (our famous traditional and classic poets, whose voices echo still): and where we talk the clock around (because this is a 24-hour, worldwide site.) Thank you, Tom, for this wonderful write we all can relate to! But I would enjoy some of that coffee or tea, please.... :)
Room for writers to tell stories of laughter and sorrow.. Nicely penned
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8/3/2025 1:46:38 AM # 1.0.0
Money does not matter in writer's room. From home to home a writer tells the stories of life and nature. A very positive and thoughtful poem is beautifully penned...10