Steady
I cannot write
In a notebook without
Lines, these hands too
Clumsy and shy that
Defend my lips from speech,
Or strike like a viper,
Far too much
To contain themselves.
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A Poet Begins
Hello, dear friends, and welcome to my Writer’s Room.
In this space, I will endeavor to share largely unedited and off the cuff poems, thought fragments, and contemplations with you.
Everything you read herein is my original work.
If you had desired to see a bit of my art and share some private thoughts, this is my answer to your queries.
Please enjoy the journey.
Our synapses branch between us
Like strings on a harp
That strum and create color notes
In our soft tissue
And that is how
For you, my love,
I become your masterpiece.
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