I wrote this a while ago.. but changed a few words.. Thanks to all as always!!
Poetry..
Words..
Writing..
My escape
my way to validate..
all that I feel..
all that is unjust..
all that I went through
all that made me what I am..
My Poetic Diary..
Witnessing the days..
the months ..
the years..
That I was
deserted
abandoned.
imprisoned
Just waiting for my turn.
To tell my side.
There was no one
there to listen..
But you my friend..
Always there from the time
I learned to write..
You allowed me to complain..
to scream of all my pain
through this pen..
To figure out what went wrong..
To let tears fall on
these pages I depend..
These pages have kept my secrets ..
They never judge..
this empty paper is my love..
It beckons me..
when I feel low..
Come here my friend
tell me all your woes..
I will never let you down..
Never let your secrets go..
I will take your words
that you feel..
I will let them fill my pages..
Of pain..
of life..
of love..
of hope..
of rage..
I will absorb your tears ..
in every page
I am your friend..
Forever I have been...
your sanity and salvation..
This simple piece
of paper and pen.
Erica, you are...I thank YOU, and your poetry is so amazing, and yes, I want your book, I would buy all you write...I AM SO..in awe of your gifts as a POET!!!
In my opinion, we are lucky to have you, this poem, ah, yes, paper and pen are sometimes our only friend...now you have many and Oh to be thought of as yours...special, very...you have given so much to me, and look, to so many others, also...
a fan, oh yes...
oh,it's true,it's true...well put about what we all feel...
Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
Reviewed on March 2, 2003
this is so true of me and so many other peots for our poam notebooks are our lives and so is the pen and paper this was an awesome and fantastic view of what we poets are all about bravo bravo on this
Erica, nerver again doubt your talent. This is supurb poetry and presentation. next time I see you I'm bringing you a case of paper and a gross of pens so you never have to worry about being alone or sad again.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
In my opinion, we are lucky to have you, this poem, ah, yes, paper and pen are sometimes our only friend...now you have many and Oh to be thought of as yours...special, very...you have given so much to me, and look, to so many others, also...
a fan, oh yes...
Love Tinka
Sandie Angel :o)
tell me all your woes..
I will never let you down..
Never let your secrets go.."
Great choice of words. This is a fine poem, and I love the ones that tumble down the page like this. Thoughtful in the way you approached the theme.
~E