poetry

The Rock

  She is a stone, a rock, formed by raging lava intended for evil destruction. Fiery, steamy, expansive boiling rising up to form solid rock. She is the fortress, the bulwark, the secure resting place, immovable, sure, steadfast. She is the foundation, the sure footing, bedrock from which to launch. She is leverage, her abiding…… Continue reading The Rock

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Poetry by the Non-Poet

I never write poetry. I’m not a poet. Prose comes easily to my chatterbox self. Poetry was always hard work — all that paring down words, crafting just the right phrase. But this morning, I felt poetry swirling in my mind, stirring in my soul. And so I wrote a poem. It’s been a long…… Continue reading Poetry by the Non-Poet