A
thought
alone
and unique
among so many
in the collective consciousness
loses faith in itself--swallowed by the sheer volume
and depth of other cognizance.
Its creative spark
slowly dims,
sputters
and
dies.
National Poetry Month - April 5, 2020
Today's color: White (Commentary below poem...) For those who do not know me, I was born with a cleft lip and palate in 1969. I w...
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In this age of chasing nickels around dollar bills, opinions are ten a penny. The intentionally ignorant, not realizing speech is silver ...
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