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Empty pages invite sages, yet there is none; so the writer takes the helm and though his words may underwhelm; at the least, he fed the beast!
December 19, 2015 ·
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These pages, these spaces,
They scream out lonely words, lovely words,
Hidden in the traces of a smile!
Conversations...
Between pen and paper..
Men and women
Mere mediators 'twixt the two.
Words beckon..lovers in a scene,
Some dramatic, some serene.
Prose or poem,
Novel, script...
Stories flow, some witty quip,
That manipulate, ingratiate
The beauty of the mind
Leaving your reality behind.
Take my hand, in this, our wanderlust,
Search out pages clean..
A wilderness of white, storywriters words invite.
So when next a book you take,
Don't forsake, read the signs,
Try to read between the lines.
PEACE
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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