Where does the poet turn
Where does the poet turn when the words cannot be found who will see him throughquiet nights and solemn days as he fumbles in thought at a scene already written an emotion already spent the frightening possibility that his dreams have all been dreamed his nightmares all survived the poet's eye if narrowed is blind a cold wind turns the corner as he makes his way to the nearby park with pencil and pad he will gaze in infinite wonder the children at play the Sun on the bay and he will wish he could live the words once again
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Deckard
I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...
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