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| Category - | | A MOMENT IN THE PARK - Viewed 458 Times | Hal Ethridge
April 30, 2007 |
I made no promises today,
no bonds that I must keep.
The day is mine to work or play,
or maybe even sleep.
A poet paints with word and tone,
His colors bright or gray
realities that he has known
on paper makes them stay.
When loneliness assaults his day,
when clouds turn dark and grim,
he seeks solace in word play,
his way to talk to 'Him'.
He plays with words to fit his needs,
he looks for line and flavor
yet no one hears his silent plea's
to hear it said 'He's clever. | | © 2007 Hal Ethridge |
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