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I grew up with deaf parents within a generation, for them, was woefully deficient in the English language. I had to balance my interpretations to a much baser form of understanding for them. Yet, I have always longed to express my thoughts in a more detailed

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature: 13 of 578

Flight of the Blue Heron At the end of a warm winters day, in a canal lined by seasonally stripped trees. A Blue Heron is startled by my presence. It takes flight.. Its' wings in a powerful thrust, expand as the tips touch down on the sunlit water, striking it to form circles of ripples that repeat and remain after it is alr...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: From me to him: 1 of 19

Without Regret. I love as much as any one person can at this moment in time There is no expectations of a permanent future I am void of visions with sorrow There are only joyful moments today and tomorrow Time stands still bit by bit Each time we grab a hold of it The moments we share that are ours alone, fills the gap of th...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspirational: 57 of 439

The Elements of Life I have played in the thunderous waves of the ocean. I have cried out with joy in a fast moving river. I have laughed whole heartedly on a mountaintop. I have even giggled in the dark of a cave. I have sighed at sunrises and sunsets uncounted. I have howled at the brightest of full moons. I have wrapped m...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 234 of 1171

The Tune Today I sat and watched the sun filter through the orange of a fall leaf The veins of that leaf created a kaleidoscope of colorful hues It made me think of you The muted and lovely sight formed a song in my soul A sensuous and endearing tune A melody that reminds me of a "Southpoint" orange moon A moon full and glor...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Full moon: 5 of 17

Moon Madness The madness overwhelms It is coming through in waves. The moon is bloated and full.. My soul searches for a peaceful refrain. Madness becomes my resounding tune.. I know the truth of it, yet reality cannot bloom. I wish to fly away and rebuild my soul. The scars left are both new and old. There is no escape from...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Time: 323 of 686

Questions of Time We live our lives with questions that abound. We wonder is there any one thing that could have turned it around? We step forward, We stumble behind. We ponder on all of our moments in time. We learn we see, we try to achieve, In constant search of that ultimate dream. We try and try, we succeed or fail. The...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fragile: 7 of 13

Fragile Balance What do you find deep in your mind? Excuses? Fears? Truth, or Lies? What lies do you tell yourself to keep truth at bay? What do you tell yourself? What do you say? Will you face your fears with armor earned through the years? Do you hold onto the lies that has brought heartache and tears? Are you resilient? ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Facing the past: 79 of 117

Moon Shadows There are moments that ring with such clarity.. There are moments that shatter the illusions.. The long and difficult path, to a hopeful future out of the past.. Choices made, consequences to be paid. No-one escapes the moon shadows Dreams are born.. Dreams die.. Some just change.. Some are revived.. The moon ke...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Uncertainty: 78 of 100

Outside Looking In. I am a mother with no children. I am a daughter with no mother. I am a lover with no love. I see yet I am not seen. I am a stranger in a strange land. I stand alone at the open door. I see what it is my heart yearns for. Yet,I know not how to reach it. I feel the strength that has brought me here. Somehow...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Who I am: 304 of 339

Sweet Madness... Such a fine line between clarity and madness... I know this well... so long ago it seems... I work on finding my balance... It feels right after all this time.... I rejoice in the lessons learned, battles won, and battles lost.. Every one of them left so much to make me who I am today... Imperfectly... perfe...