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Sunday, 06 July 2008
Archives 2006 Poetry - Jan/Feb
| Poetry - Jan/Feb | | Print | |
| Written by Joann Turner | |
 Poetry is a break for freedom. In a sense all poems are good; all poems are an emblem of courage and the attempt to say the unsayable; but only a few are able to speak to something universal yet personal and distinct at the same time; to create a door through which others can walk into what previously seemed unobtainable realms, in the passage of a few short lines. --David Whyte http://davidwhyte.bigmindcatalyst.com/ Thought Conquest Deep in my soul in a place seldom seen where I visit in times when my life is serene Sometimes quite by chance Though I’m sure it exists The doorway’s concealed in life’s swamps and its mists Deliverance I find there with the vision to see The keys to the shackles that life’s put on me I’ll linger awhile And inevitably find The lock most secure is the one on my mind. ––Patrick Donovan Brady email: I am a child led by wind to feel the sun and grow to realize what trees already know. ––Patrick Donovan Brady email: |
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