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Creative ControlBlank page Not of one which waits For typewritten words Hand penned letters Or even senseless doodles. Clean slate Not of those that sit Wiped clean, ready For the next time someone Needs to demonstrate The most recent bit of learning. Handy, dandy references Instead Of each new day we begin Every morning, and mine To whom, I am Captain of my ship Master of my domain Author of my own story Painter of the colors of my winds And, lest, I forget Responsible For the impressions left upon it All others will ultimately see At nightfall and beyond. The text of this new day Is what I choose To make it But, as always, prefaced By a foreword Dictated by My Higher Power. Pat Reeves (c) November 11, 2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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