Tag: Poetry
Life gets in the way
All too often life, death, sickness, and even joy, are roadblocks to our creativity.
Why have I stopped writing?
Why have I stopped writing?That could be a tough questionUnless you already know the answer.And I do.I have stopped writing (for now) Because I am terrified of my wordsAnd the power they hold over me.Words have power.They transport me through space and timeTo see what must be seenTo tell what…
Ray Travis wanted to be a writer
Ray Travis wanted to be a writer, It was his sole ambition, But as things do so often, Life got in the way. Ray Travis was a good writer, Everyone said so, Although few actually read his words, Life got in the way. Ray Travis wore a uniform, Fell in…
Father’s Day
When a parent dies, It is not so much for him, Or her, That you cry, But for yourself, Because in their end, You see, Your destiny. ©Copyright 2018 by Kevin Fraleigh
And I want to fall
I am a sad song. I am darkness. I am age. I stand at the cusp of the void, waiting. No expectations. No regrets. Only transition. I am a sad song. I have no release. The words, the lyrics, bind me and hold me. I cannot be free of them….
