The Ruins – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Walt's Writings

The ruins of our lives still call us
Those voices in our minds
Won’t ever be quiet until we find
A way to return to the ruins

Maybe if we clean up the ashes
The pain will fade away
Perhaps that’s the price
We all need to pay

Maybe the ruins
Were only beginnings
Maybe ruins are meant
To cause a renewal

Perhaps the only way out
Is to return to the ruins
Overcome our demons
And rise from our ruins

~The Tennessee Poet~

©Walt Page 2018 All Rights Reserved

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Daily Quote

Jo Hawk


Yup, we are entering the point in the month where “trying” doesn’t cut it. Do. Write words. Write badly. Write out of sequence. Write without thinking of anything else.

Words on the page = words you can edit next month = potential finished novel. But none of that matters right now. Right now, write.

What is your goal for today?


Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

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Sarah Doughty

“It was when he walked up to me.
That was when I knew.
He was the one for me.”

Maybe it was chance. Or maybe it was hereditary. But there was something about the way he moved that caught my eye. How could such a creature be so breathtaking? No matter how much I fought it, my eyes kept driving towards him. It was as if he was a magnet. But that wasn’t what surprised me the most about that night. It was when he walked right up to me and took my breath away. That was when I knew. He was the one for me.

© Sarah Doughty

I fell. Just like that.

This was written for day fourteen
of November Notes.
Sensitive Kind
By John Mayall

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I have forgotten lots of things
just like anyone else

forgetting is as much part of
my life as remembering

it dies unexpectedly without
warning and without reprieve.

of all the memories i have
meeting you was the only can’t forget

its embedded in my heart
you always stirs it back into life again

like a timeless rhythm of my daily life
as i peer through time again.

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