Welcome to The Pagan’s Pen…
A little space
A precious place
Ideas and thoughts
of a pagan poet….
or
Welcome to The Pagan’s Pen…
A little space
A precious place
Ideas and thoughts
of a pagan poet….
or
Tears of pain
tears of joy
tears of laughter
tears of sorrow
always tomorrow…
on my feet
on my knees
on my back
on the floor
they want more…
losing heart
losing patience
losing ground
losing hope
dreams afloat…
I crawl
I fight
I walk
I try
again
I cry
again
I wake
again…
I am human therefore, many things… A poet, a teacher, a seeker…. Come with me on a word journey… perhaps we laugh, we sing, we feel… we think…
This site and the human behind it are a work in progress.
To read the poems in their correct form-vertically-please click on them.
I have a short story for purchase in memory of a friend.
1/2 of the proceeds will go to the animal shelter that saved his fragile life long enough for us to love him for a moment in time…
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Thanks for stopping by…
xoxo
Drifting away on cotton balls floating off to the land of Oz. Dreaming of a thousand lands unseen… laughter with strangers moments of glory, the Joy of living the why~ floating away freaming, drifting, into the comfort the bliss the moments…
The unmistakable sound the call of the hawk loud crisp and clear A jolt A shot to the senses Instantly alert~ The power of sound and flight On the hunt agile strength in a state of grace~ The knowing the glowing Rising in the mists of dawn Soaring ever soaring~ On…