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