Just some thoughts...

Every day, as I write Poetiquejustis, I pray it will be a blessing to someone.
Today, I hope it is you.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

At The Point of a Pen

Poetry is what gets lost in translation
Robert Frost

 You can write the verse

You make life rhyme

You can fill your days

Or just fill your time

You can live your dreams

Or sit and wait

You can put pen to life's paper

Or in the hands of fate

You can leave the page empty with things never done

You can read other people's poetry

Or go have your own fun

You can be life's poet or life's ponderer
Life's bard! Life's  muse!
You can be the spinner of your story

Only you can choose.

and that's poetiquejustis

For the present is the point at which time touches eternity
C S Lewis