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SLICES OF MY LIFE

In a journal on my table
Beside my favorite pen
You will find revealing verses
Where only lines had been

I’ve filled the pages with the muse
That touches deep inside
And you can read what’s written there
When the book is opened wide

There is verse about my children
And some about my mate
There are even odes about my pets
And one about my weight

There are lines about my garden
And butterflies and birds
Deep rhymes about life’s symphony
In most expressive words

There’s muse about the sun and rain
And also winter’s snow
A poem about a rainbow’s arch
With its translucent glow

A sequined sky and harvest moon
That makes the heavens shine
And one about our U.S. flag . . .
All, from this heart of mine

God’s blessings fill some pages
And this is not a whim
For I would not be writing now
Without this gift from Him

This well-worn journal lying here
Fulfills a pleasant role
Recording slices from my life
From my heart and soul

10/24/01 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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MY PERIPHERY

I have a pen in every room
And sometimes two or three
Because the poet in my soul
At times needs setting free

Whenever I am struck by muse
I jot it down in haste
Before another thought pops in
And one might go to waste

But it is pens I’m not without
No paper is in sight
So I use almost anything
When it is time to write

There’s notes I’ve made on magazines
On grocery bags and such
And toilet tissue’s not exempt
But truthfully, not too much

There’s notes on every box in sight
And on a pillow case
I even wrote above my knee . . .
I write where I find space

You’ll find these notes within my poems
Except the one on knee
I lost it in the shower stall
Which I did not foresee

For years that poet in my soul
Hid shyly deep within
But now with notes on everything
I wear that poet skin

And that is why I jot thoughts down . . .
To set that poet free
And use such muse that fits a poem
In my periphery

8/28/00 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

4’th … Indiana NPD – 2000

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Setting the Poet Free

SETTING THE POET FREE

 

I have a pen in every room

And sometimes two or three

Because the poet in my soul

At times needs setting free

 

Whenever I am struck by muse

I jot it down in haste

Before another thought pops in

And one might go to waste

 

But it is pens I’m not without

No paper is in sight

So I use almost anything

When it is time to write

 

There’s notes on every box in sight

And on a pillow case

I even wrote above my knee…

I write where I find space

 

You’ll find these notes within my poems

Except the one on knee

I lost it in the shower stall

Which I did not foresee

 

For years that poet in my soul

Hid shyly deep within

But now with notes on everything

I wear that poet skin

 

And that is why I jot thoughts down …

To set that poet free

And use such muse that fits a poem

In my periphery

 

Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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