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Saturday, March 16, 2013


Friday, March 15, 2013

An Author's Stage

Thoughts are faraway, though they should be near,
All my thoughts nowadays seem to steer
Away from my senses, far, faraway,
To another land--maybe today?

Books are opened, words are read,
I opened my mouth, I wish I hadn't said,
The words that made them leap off the page,
Making life like an author's stage.

Characters walking, roaming the earth,
At first it was great--I was full of mirth,
But soon dangerous things seemed to surround me,
I had to get them back--but I'd lost the key.

I searched high and low, for years, it was,
I had to find, had to find it because,
The people from the books had escaped into our world,
And the unstoppable fate's ship, its sails unfurled.

I found it one day, looking through books,
I didn't care about the strange looks,
That I got as I jumped with victory,
Because, now at least, I had the key.

I read the words, on the page,
And suddenly it was the book that was the stage,
They were swept back up, into the book,
And with relief, I finally shook.

So now I don't read, well, only with my eyes,
For if I did it with my mouth, you'd been in for a surprise,
For the characters, good and bad, would jump off the page,
And suddenly our world would be an author's stage.


Wednesday, March 6, 2013

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~Storyteller