Words gather,
joining hands,
spilling their secrets,
sharing thought and ink.
I collect them all,
holding each within my soul,
until they journey to my heart,
and whisper their need to be heard.
Isn't that the truth? A poets secrets and their passions are never theirs. We have the need to spill out secrets and passions for the world to read, and yes, judge. It is just our way.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
Regis
enjoyed much
Love & Peace be with you
William
budd
We store them up until they spill over into communication.
A brilliant little piece.
Ron
Cheers,
Dan
Peace,
Dayvid