Poet In Disguise

“Please Do Not Take My Pen And Ink Away”

It was a swift epiphany, an illuminating

Realization, that moment I walked into the

Room. An artist was sitting on a stool

Next to an empty canvas on an easel.

Paints of beautiful colors sat on a table.

I remember soft music playing, and the

Evening shadows had cast a quiet

Reflection as she began to speak,

Sharing the empty canvas was this

Earth before it was created, empty and

Void, then taking her brush she dips it

In paint, with strokes so evenly and

Smoothly, as she moves from side to side.

She speaks of the creation of this world,

No longer a dark canvas, it becomes a

Work of beauty. At that moment I was

Gripped with the thought, God could take

My life of darkness and recreate His child.

Little did I know the instrument of poetry

He would use, weaving its threads about me.

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I should be so blest,

Or be put upon a shelf to

Rest

At least I express

My grief

Though somewhat

Indiscreet

Through pen and ink

beyond

The scope of colors

Tapping upon a vastness

Deep, I weep

It is not a fatal sin to

Share

What lies within

For my sorrows make me ill

Until I share

With others

We are not alone the

Tears

We own have flown through

Centuries

A self proclaimed poet is

What I am

Not worthy to walk upon

The sod

Of these sleeping poets

These comforter’s of the

Past

Now inspire me to plod my

Way

Please do not take my pen

And ink away

That I may survey my dismay

And each book I write until

My last

I will draw upon the inkwell

Of tears from my past!

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Three Little Kittens

“And They Began To Cry”

When I was three years old I remember my mother dressing

Me up to recite the poem –

Three Little Kittens

They have lost their mittens

And they began to cry

Oh mother dear we have lost our mittens…

Oh you naughty little kittens, then you shall have

No pie…

I vaguely remember being promised ice cream if I

Performed well

I don’t have too many memories, but this is one

I think that left the message, because of my

Naughtiness

I could not receive my mother’s love

One I would long for and possibly never find

I would be denied even a slice of pie, sweetness gone

Sour…

~~~~Like an omen cast on troubled waters

Oh child you have been smitten

Oh let me swim little baby she cries

Let me swim away

A basket cradle has been woven

To protect you child

Oh let me swim, swim away

Oh no little child you must

Wait till your arms are stronger

So rest a little longer

Rest a little sounder

One day your eyes will open wider

Floating on still waters

Denied love no longer

Sweetness no longer bitter

You will swim far, far away

Afraid no longer!

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