The Poet and Their Audience
I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where, or so wrote the poet long ago, and we, like him, loose our bow, empty our quiver into the air, if they land we know not where, some strike the head, some the heart, a hit or a miss, we’ve done our part, we’ve tried to connect with our fellow man, a human thing if we can, and if we fail, just the bid should bring a warmth that causes our hearts to sing.
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Jaybird
I am retired, having worked primarily as a librarian, but have done freelance proofreading, copy editing, and book reviewing. I wrote some poetry many years ago, but decided it was bad and stopped, since I had other things to do. For the last ten...
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