Pilgrim Path

This blog is the work of a seeker and poet. Walking stick in hand, I head out into the world, not of the world, but in the world. My words and my friends carry me along and light the pilgrim path of spiritual journeys.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

NO OPTION

Some days this pen feels like a scalpel
as I finely slice through layers
to reach the marrow of truth
that lies deep within these bones.

Too painful to watch for very long
I turn my head but continue,
knowing the writing urge within me
won’t rest ‘til the words are born.

Excising the story and setting it free
is my life's task I'm certain,
but the pain of composing is slight
when compared to a mute life of silence.

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2 Comments:

Anonymous Pam said...

How could this poem have no comments? The poem itself cuts to the core. I appreciate so much of what you have written. Just discovering it.

6:40 PM  
Blogger Rich said...

Welcome, Pam. Glad you're here. Thanks for the kind words. How did you find me?

10:22 AM  

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