If you wish to be a writer, write.
Epictetus *
I am not a writer~
Oh, I have stones crammed inside my head, collected
stuffed into an abandoned trunk of old forgotten valuables
left to expire in the dusty attic~ but I am not a writer.
I am a holder~
holding the talking stones of childhood memories, sibling quests
love gained and lost, birth pangs and the fool’s gold of age.
I hold the stones, smooth to my caress ~I feel the words speak.
vcl poem /photo ~ Lake Athabasca
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