Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: September 10, 2009
I walk a tight rope
a bridge without rails
traversing mile-wide canyons and sky high buildings
Gingerly crossing the razor thin wire
Careful not to let a gust of wind
blow me down
In the hope that one day, I will walk on solid ground.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: June 18, 2009
Riding the train home
on a late evening
I strain to hear the voice
of a colleague
The noise of the train
creates static
like the kind that old television sets make
when the signal fades to snow
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: April 21, 2009
“Writing is a process, not a product.”
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: April 16, 2009
It’s a long way down
from a high peak
and the path can be steep.
But with a little common sense,
I can make it to the bottom
and cross any bridges
which guide me
to the safety
of a sunny meadow.
This meadow is full of wildflowers
which grow as high as my head
The full color spectrum is represented:
from brilliant mustard to tranquil [...]
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: March 11, 2009
Through a child’s eyes
lie worlds unseen
people invisible
working their magic
bringing sun light
to rain drenched fields
rain to parched hills
home for the poor
humility to the rich
peace to the world.
Through a child’s eyes
there is joy
in the ordinary
a special feeling in every moment
that often gets lost
as the child grows
becoming immune
to the beauty that surrounds her
nature’s majesty
just outside her [...]
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: March 11, 2009
Snowy wonderlandof castlespyramidsgleaming towersreaching to the sky,kissing the sunin a glassy world.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: March 11, 2009
"In order for a flower to bloom, you must plant a seed and let it grow."
-Deborah Farber
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Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: March 8, 2009
Writing is my voice. It is my way of acknowledging my mistakes, accomplishments, disappointments and challenges.
Writing is my coping mechanism. It helps me cope with the difficulties which I face during this stressful time.
Writing is meditation. It is the flow of images and thoughts from my head to words on paper.
Writing is communication. It [...]
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: February 22, 2009
The rain pelts the roof
creating a rushing river
where the street once was
leaving a soggy mess
in its wake.
Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: February 1, 2009
I added some stories inspired by The Writer’s Idea Book and dreams I’ve had. The stories are broken down into several sequential parts, beginning with “The Power of Positive Thinking”, continuing with “Writing is Hard” Please scroll down to Pages to find these entries.
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