Tag Archives: Our Words

A Living Web

A Living Webby Michael DoyleOur minds have a superpowerIt’s the ability to project beyond the hourWe can be in the future or the pastTemporarily, though, it will not lastLanguage is the mystic secretIt can be soft or hard as concreteOur … Continue reading

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With Contented Sigh

With Contented Sighby Michael DoyleNo matter how muchOf this world, Atlas carriesOn his tired old backIt’s the writer’s touchThat moves or buriesThe feelings we too often lackTurning it on, page after pageConveying the feelings we want to sayHinted at or … Continue reading

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