Sunday, March 18, 2007


Safe from opinions

On your own, alone is bliss

Little can they do to you

Inside yourself you abode

Timeless, spaceless imagination

Untainted hopes and aspirations

Deepest anger and hate

Everything is treasured in solitude


songinwind said...

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~peace and blessings~

paula parent said...



when language like bubbling streams flow

when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands

when you feel the essence of the poet from within

when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm

when images reel as you read

when pen and paper create a symphony

then, it is poetry