For a moment I stepped back behind that sunset where shadows drifted, tethered to an ancient pain. They floated in twilight where I lingered not, this trip.
I slipped back, unnoticed, over the sunrise where promise replaced the pain.
Very well written, Pam: riddled with emotion as well as a sense of control over your destiny. I share your feelings of having picked up a stone of wisdom here and there and eagerly share. Visit me sometime.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
God Bless You and Your Loved Ones
Officer William Heffner
Steve
Love in Christ~~
Bonnie Q
Unicorn Haven
I Salute You, Poet Pam Patterson.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
few words tells the long way..
In Spirit,
Bear
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
~Nikki~
i liked this piece
and its i-am-in-control
spirit.
a good write --
john+