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Standing In the Light
Standing In the Lightby Michael DoyleLet me share a secretThat’s hard to forgetThey say to write what you knowThis blank page only goes to showMaybe how little that isAnd how much I missIn a life that’s full motionBut often empty … Continue reading →
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Tagged About, Anyone, Blank Page, Box, Broken Heart, Crying, Days, Done, Empty of Emotions, Experience, Forget, Found, Good Lord, Great, Heartbreaks, Keeping On Keeping on, Kicked, Know, Know So Little, Lean, Lending A Hand, Life, Light, Middle, Miss, Mistakes, Motion, Open Eyes, Pages, Painting By Numbers, Poetry and Poems, Poor Soul, Realize, Secret, Share, Someone, Songs, Standing, Standing In the Light, Start, Stubbed Toes, They, Trying, Understand, Unwise, Won, World, Write, Write What You Know, Writing Crisis
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Na/GloPoWriMo #22: As A Sign of the Times
Na/GloPoWriMo #22: As A Sign of the Timesby Michael DoyleAs a sign of the timesThe last book I readWas read onlinePoetry told no longer rhymesNor does it impart lesson or deedYet, as an art, they call this fineAs a sign … Continue reading →
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First Reasons Lost
What becomes of our individual worlds when our first reasons are lost? First Reasons Lost by Michael Romani First reasons have been lost And with that loss comes a cost The giving up when it becomes Too much to be … Continue reading →
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Tagged Accusations, Another, Busy Day, Call, Closed Eyes, Cold, Compassion, Conception, Cost, Dare, Demanding, Doubt, Down, Dreams, Drown, Fall, Fear, First Reason, Giving up, Good Lord, Gray, Imagine, Inquisition, Lashing Out, Listen, Lost, Love, Matter, Miraclees, Nightmare, Numb, Other, Perception, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Pray, Real, Requisition, Reveal, Rope, See, Self Inflict, Shatter, Snare, Snowfall, Sorrow, Tomorrow, Trap, True Light, Understanding, Voyage, Water, Winter, World
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