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If you sit down totally convinced of what the poem is going to be, don’t even sit down. Because writing a poem is a discovery process.

Richard Blanco, Education Ambassador of the Academy of American Poets (via poetsorg)

Good advice!

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David

David is gone today. His life has been cut short, taken and laid down.

The only company that remains is regret. Here is where the story ends.

Given in to fears. Taken over from a beating heart and once healthy flesh.

Silence out of nowhere. Gone from all the days you lived and from me.

Given in to darkness. Taken over and blended into silence.

What was so insatiable about the darkness you embraced above all else? What fears did you embrace that strangled your heart and let your grasp become weak?

The night settles in around my house and in it’s words are whispered welcome’s to my long lost friend.

David is gone today. His life has been cut short, taken and laid down.

wishing you were here to sit and talk into night and then at dawning light we would go to the ocean whose running waves constantly coming and going in waves of salty water and mist would mix with our tears and words to wash away yesterday and we could begin again…..

i will throw open my window at night and wait for you to return to me in whispers of lessons you have come to know and we will try to make sense of the absence that has shown me how much your presence meant to me.

David is gone today…..

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Cape May Courthouse (Summer Road)

like 

a post card 

snapshot

tree lined roads

farm stands 

with summer offerings….. 

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found

Today I found a notebook that I thought I had lost. I am so excited because there are many fragments of poems in it. Fragments that I started two years ago about events in my life that are so huge and important. The thoughts I found there are the raw emotions that were the first recorded after the death of my closest friend. It took me right back to that time and all those emotions came back. There are many poems in those words and now I have to coax them out. 

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The hardest part about being a poet is not writing about dark or painful motions or having your writing rejected. No. The hardest part are the times when you are the only one who sees what you are trying to say. That silence that descends upon the mind is the coldest feeling in the world.