A writer’s prayer

Let my words Like birds Fly high And like a wisp of a cloud on a clear blue sky rest gently upon the soul of he who reads them; soft or aloud. Let my writing be Like branches growing unrestrained and free burst forth with leaf, fruit and flower Comfort the weary, the hungry and…

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A writer’s lament

    Oh! They torment me so these words – that fly before my eyes, like birds the din they create -flapping their sturdy wing As I watch- away they go   They swim before my weary eyes Alphabets garbled –  they watch me struggle Writhing in pain; I wriggle To keep afloat While they,…

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