Who Am I?
I am one who touch many.
Each of whom leaves with a part of me...
Each one touches many,
sending my parts to diverse regions
of this sphere.
Whenever I shed this mortal frame
My parts shall join with the parts of
those you touch
And we shall transcend across time
and space, ...
Oh!, my God, What if...?
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Coconut Run Dung | 0 | 07/03/2009 |
| SOS (In Jamaican Patois) | 1 | 06/29/2009 |
| Who Am I? | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
| Ode to my Seventh Graders | 1 | 06/21/2009 |
| Severed | 3 | 06/18/2009 |
| She's Gone Forever | 1 | 06/15/2009 |
| Memories | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| When Tomorrow Starts Without Me | 0 | 06/20/2009 |
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