Promote a Poet/Writer Thursday | September 19, 2019

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Promote a Poet.Writer Thursday

Welcome to Promote a Poet/Writer Thursday! This is the day of the week where all members of the Go Dog Go Café Community are invited to introduce a Poet or Writer they enjoy reading.

Participating is really fast and simple- in the comments below, post the link for the Home Page of the Poet/Writer you are introducing to us and tell us briefly why you think they are special.

We encourage all of you to visit these blogs (or social media pages) and get acquainted with some great new writers.  You never know who you might meet. . .

Happy reading!

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QUESTION (a poem)

Katie Kay

does every question have an answer?

life is full of questions
and not so many answers:

and for every question i ask
ten more spring into being

but the answers remain in place
waiting to see the light of day

yet the light of day only reveals
itself to those who listen closely

to the questions that haunt us
and drag us deeper into madness

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Strangled life

Beans, Pen & Nirja

Be with me even on those times of life,

when I can’t find the words to tell you, why I am hurting

A gentle hug and your warm presence

on those cold moments of life heal me

I am an abandoned home,

I just need someone to fill the void

and I can smile once again

I am happy with you

I have always been a depressing human

and this squeeze the life out of my soul into sadness

and, the worst is I can’t tell you, I lack the words to express my feelings

Image Courtesy: Pexels.com

Copyright © 2017 – 2019 Nirja Gelal, Beans, Pen & Nirja – All Rights Reserved

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Stratosphere I

Sarah Doughty

“Could you tell how much I feared
I would hurt you?”

I remember flying in your stratosphere, riding the high that was you. Your eyes. Everything about you screamed to me, “He’s too good for you,” or, “How could I ever be enough?” But the worst was, “I’ll ruin him.”

Though I wasn’t sure why those thoughts hit me in those perfect moments we shared, but they were there, lurking beneath the surface of my eyes.

Could you see it? Could you tell how much I feared I would hurt you?

© Sarah Doughty
2017

The thought of hurting you
was more than I could bear.

Read part two here.

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