by Tasha Edwards
Monday, March 24, 2003
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pen and ink,
distant cousins of mine,
take me back to a time when
rhyme was as common
as my need to be loved...
hug me like we were Nettie and Celie reunited,
emotions and memories re-ignited,
delighted in the familiarity of what once meant
i can't imagine the stress of "feeling like
they mean nothing"
like the feeling of prom night nightmares,
constant hater stares,
being compared to stuff that can't be
linked to me in any category,
never feeling like the penning of my life story
always priceless but i guess
time diminishes value and my stock is
plummeting or is it my confidence in it?
when i start feeling like i'm in it to win it
then i've lost it and i need desperately to
go find it...
where is the passion that chased me in my
dreams and followed me into the chambers of
my own solitude and spoke even when i could not,
did not have the strength, the nerves, the thought,
the punctuation, the diction?
pen and ink, my distant cousins,
seductively slither into my hands and dance
the dance that gave me the chance to spread
my wings and fly away to a place that i long for...
the family reunion that i dream of...
the resting place of my soul.
When I Speak
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|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|Very nice poetry.
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Very nicely done.