Hidden Heart
Fletcher Pen, what a nom de plume! A character for sure, so life size that Cyrano would be envious of if I were but a nose! My name is Michael, but what is in a name anyway the barb would say, and yet the feather's weight upon the fingers and the eyes rest sweetly and I sigh. I seek the flow like all the others I seek life as I go and grow and hope that keeps on going like a runon sentence headlong into that cold cold night to which we all approach now sooner holding back nothing, let alone the peace we seek. I can not, I do not speak for all, but those who share a similar twist in fate, to see their words the emptiness on the page erase, a joy that causes me to ride again and again the pages beginning and the pages end.
Finally, I add some to this page. Comments, critiques, and such should be sent either to the poem, or the poet at fletcherpen@yahoo.com.
I disappeared and wondered if the site would still be here. I am ever grateful that it is. I read the other's work after posting a few of mine...I have written faithfully each week, rather than each day, allowing for the ingredients of life to mix just right, to twitch the funnybone and more, to light the room I call Secret Place for my Hidden Heart to bloom. Samasara.....(A Mother's child I once knew, a name that means...all things change.)
Finally, I add some to this page. Comments, critiques, and such should be sent either to the poem, or the poet at fletcherpen@yahoo.com.
I disappeared and wondered if the site would still be here. I am ever grateful that it is. I read the other's work after posting a few of mine...I have written faithfully each week, rather than each day, allowing for the ingredients of life to mix just right, to twitch the funnybone and more, to light the room I call Secret Place for my Hidden Heart to bloom. Samasara.....(A Mother's child I once knew, a name that means...all things change.)
