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About Street roots. (Portland, OR) 1998-current | View Entire Issue (July 1, 2016)
Street Roots • July 1-7, 2016 Page 13 Poetry You Never Know by Daniel Cox Smoldering dream. Time & time and half in a bygone era. Here lies the last remnant of hope. Their only wish was a new facet of hope for them, Their children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. On Writing by Aileen McPherson To write or not to write, Is that even a question? My writing as other art forms happens, As gentle as Spring dew kissing flowers in April, To the thundering Tsunami threatening devastation. Why Do I Write by Cynthia G. When I’m in a bad space I love to write I write about what’s going on inside of me I can be at home, on the bus, anywhere and still have my thoughts come to me. Sometimes I need quiet places. Sometimes it doesn’t bother me. I can concentrate sometimes, it depends on how my mental health is for that moment in time. Some nights I write for hours and my pen just flows. Other days it just isn’t in my interest to even write. I love to make poems of just thoughts written to God & Jesus. Other days I write down thoughts to my husband. Life is good when there’s a topic to write about. Although mostly I write from my heart and that’s when the pen just flows. Talking from my heart is where it’s at cause the pen just flows and doesn’t stop until I am done talking through my heart. I believe anyone can do that, if they just listen to their soul, heart & spirit. 'Cause when you do that it’s a great poem for all. I don’t really know how to write short poems. I’m usually writing long heartfelt words in hopes to help others. Through my thoughts I might help another person even if it’s just one person. Each poem I can feel good about helping that one soul cause what I might say could keep another alive just one more day or help them see a different perspective to help change their thinking to a positive outlook to help them through a tough time in their life. What you say might save my life but you don’t write down thoughts of your own. A special friend might need your words of wisdom and you never know where anyone’s at in their walk and you might just help them out to either help them through another day or maybe a different look on life to help them think of a different outlook or just love someone. No special place is needed, merely the precious tools of thy trade. Glorious pen, quill, brush, or lead, Joined by ink, paint, paper, or other canvas of choice. Tools and a thought, sometimes it’s all ya got Let my words be true, My heart honest My mind always open. Full Plate Project Happening Now! All donations to Sisters of the Road during June & July will be matched dollar for dollar... because everyone deserves a Full Plate1 . SAVE THE DATE! Open: Tues - Sat, 10 - 2:30 133 NW Sixth Ave 503-222-5694 All Are Welcome!
