The truth unfolds before us
when we go in search of it
like a rose opening up,
revealing itself and its beauty
amid the thorns and the blackened
buds of the feigned truth
of the wicked and deceitful,
thinking only of themselves.
Just some ramblings - a little poetry, some Creative Non-fiction, a picture of two - from Lake Hebron as I sit here on the front porch, staring across the water, listening to the loons, and enjoying the life of a retired English teacher. And please, leave me a comment, a note, tell me how much you loved -- or hated -- my writing, what it made you think of, made you feel, for it is poetry, meant to invoke in you what it is we share in common, what it is that makes us human.
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