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Half my face is covered. You see Not the best of me If you even look closely To discover what’s behind the mask My eyes might not show fear Still you don’t draw near No one leans in to hear What’s going on behind the mask Is that a glare? Or only a stare? Some …
Writing is my calling. Sometimes the words pour directly from my heart onto the page. Other times, it’s my soul that gets exposed. Those creations are often the ones that remain secreted away in a spiral notebook or journal, too private for general consumption. A few of them make it into a document on the …
Sometimes I still write in a journal. And every now and then that entry takes shape as a poem. Here is one such poem written on July 11, 2014. Life, Time & other Non-Renewable Resources No ticking clocks change the passage of time Not one whit Limited minutes roll into hours Carefully spend them they …
Robert Frost is one of my favorite American poets. This line is from a short poem I memorized for a language arts class in high school and again recited for a college poetry class: “The Road not Taken.” Who’s your favorite poet? Share a favorite line or title in the comments
Words A mighty deluge swelling Untold tales beg telling Phrases unwritten compelling Imagination dispelling Exuberant phrases propelling A pencil to engage in spelling Verbiage continually welling Until spilled on the page. Stories Expand in the soul Burning a yearning hole Fiery phrases, a mole, Burrowing to a creative goal Amplified brilliance, a coal Igniting, …