January 23, 2010

  • Confessions

    I am an extrovert

    Though I may be shy

    …quiet…

    When you meet me

    I can be as accepting as the day is long’

    Until I’m not

    I’m happy most of the time

    Though I feel as late that most of my fictional characters have demons

    I’m strong

    I’m wishing for something, somewhere a little more beautiful

    Something further away from here

    Complacency has never been my thing

    I’m still the “prairie fire that wanders about”

    (61.   Write a list poem entitled “Confessions” ( 4pts))

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