The Rooms Spoke to Me.
Chill breezes capture thoughts of grace
Grief and sorrow disappear.
The rocking chair and flower vase
Remind me of a time most dear.
The rooms speak loudly
And I cannot relate
I hold my grief proudly
On a sterling plate.
I become the mask
And the mask becomes me.
The rooms dare to ask
What people cannot see.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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| The Bridesmaid's Reception | 1 | 09/28/2009 |
| Crimes of the Heart | 1 | 09/26/2009 |
| Lucy's Diamond's in the Sky | 0 | 09/26/2009 |
| The Monk's Morning | 0 | 09/26/2009 |
| Mysterious Pathway | 2 | 09/26/2009 |
| Love is Here Again | 1 | 09/25/2009 |
| Hello to a Friend I Have Not Yet Met | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| The Moon's Agreement | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| The Devil Speaks Softly | 2 | 09/25/2009 |
| Tell Them, He Said | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| The Face in the Mirror | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| The Rooms Spoke to Me. | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| When the Party Ended at Twilight | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| An Ode to my Ghost | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| The Horse Race | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| No One Else Can Take Your Place | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| While Good Men Sleep | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| The Stranger on the Train | 1 | 09/24/2009 |
| Water on Rocks | 1 | 09/24/2009 |
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