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poetry by Ken Shaddock
The WriterThis writer is not me
I have not the experience of sensitivity
I am not tearful, melancholy, or sad
I am not angry, sullen, or mad
I cannot tie words with strings
or confuse feelings for other things
no, this writer is not me
I will not give the authority
to enter my soul and look around
to gawk and stare at what is found
we'll let them guess, we'll play a game
we'll toss them words, letters to proclaim
that, this writer is not me
'though these words might be
you are deceived, you have been snookered
I am not the poet, but the poet crookered
some words I lay before your feet
and words bely a world so sweet
like flowers fallen from their stems
my words, my worlds, enduring gems
I close my eyes, I cannot see
what everyone knows so obviously
the writer is not me.
a short poem inspired by a photograph by J R Compton (below)
Light in the Water
a time between
a familiar mystery
set aside thought
but just aside
unexpected
place of yearning
of peace
stillness
across the water
something is happening
Poems Copyright 2004 by Ken Shaddock. All Rights Reserved.
Photograph Copyright 2004 by J R Compton. All Rights Reserved.
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