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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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| Once, to own my own, Asked to make address, An honor demanding sacrifice, I rose, walked to the stage, In anguish to assuage, Revelation came to me. On the scales of infinite time, A moment doesn't exist, The movement of wind, illusion. I lifted my head and cried, "I'm here!" For there was nothing to fear, In the hands of eternity. Courage became a flame, Burning steady, hot, and bright, No breeze to force its flutter. My thoughts bore words one by one, My soul stood open to the sun, And soared among the stars. 18 Lines |
