I flex my arm
to raise my pen
and I feel
the energy
of a thousand lives
come inside me
just for a second
long enough
to pass through
and wash the paper
in front of me clean.
I lower it
to write
and begin to heal
Their pain and loss
consorts with mine
and I suffer
their lessons
with eagerness
I do the best I can do
with my feeble words
to let their hearts and minds be seen.
Copyright 2006 Pierre Ortega.
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Reviewed by April Ortega (Reader)
Reviewed on October 3, 2006
Its like having so many journies without actually, physcally being there. Its feels like a greatness unfolding right before your eyes never knowing what might come of it or what as already been seen. I love this poem pops. When I read this poem and read the one about Hemingway, its like his soul is connected with yours in some way.
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on September 30, 2006
Poets are the voice in written word of all of them that wish to be heard he speaks in his penned lines. Thank you Pierre.
You do an excellent job here. Your heart is written into the in between of your words and your kindness is reflected in effort you give to keep them at the forefront with love. Your dedication is awesome Pierre.
I inderstand your heart.
Love,
Susan
WHISPERS OF THE HEART is artist and author J. Allen Wilson's second book of poetry.It can be autographed and shipped within 48 hours of order. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
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I inderstand your heart.
Love,
Susan
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)