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Two Titles From Author Sheryl Keen
Fiction Titles
Journal According to John
Lost at Running Brook Trail
Other Works
Poetry
In Our Own Silences
So the months have passed, years too, and we have let it go We bided the time, stalling with our varied reasons, and now we’ll never know
Interrupted Development
You didn’t knock, I didn’t expect you You threw open my doors and made a big entrance I am usually hesitant at first time meetings
Ship of Fools
I captain the ship, Because you let me steer To sink or sail you do not care, Our destination is under my control. Easterly or Northerly-bound
Lights That Talk
I listened to the sun talking, About getting up in the early mornings
About warmth, about living life. Extending itself for the whole
The Chase
I pursue the bait with shifting faith, You bolt, leaving like a horse through the gate.I have acquired patience, so I will wait But the delay may lead to
Utopia
Imagine a world without crime, A place where no one cared about time All nuclear bombing, all ammunition ceased, Dreaming no more of world
Butterflies
Buried in the deep recesses of my mind are a thousand butterflies Some flitter around in my head but never really fly,
Headlines
They made the front page, That is what their lives are worth Headlines splashed across recycled paper, A short
Eve
I blame Adam and not Eve. He had a mind of his own Was it her fault to share. The fruit with someone she holds dear?
A Poem About John
John woke one morning without a wife. He wanted to know what happened to his life. So off he set to reluctantly write a journal.