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Poet's Platform Column | 19 June 08

by Janet Nesler | The Scioto Voice | Wheelersburg, Ohio

 

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Appalachian Moon

Winter in Chicago, it’s dark and it’s cold,
The wind off the lake can blow a chill right through your bones,
This town can take everything you own,
And leave you lost and alone.

Seems like yesterday I was off to see the world,
Left my family, my mountains and my girl,
But fame and fortune I didn’t find,
Just years of hard work on this assembly line.

I’ve long thought about it, I’ve made up my mind,
I’m leaving tomorrow at the first sunrise,
Going back to the rivers, back to the pines,
Back to that Girl I left behind.

But in the morning, the morning, I’m going home,
I’m leaving this city, no more will I roam,
Before the sun sets I will be by your side
Then you and I, will dance by the light
of the Appalachian Moon.

Steve Free
Portsmouth

From upcoming CD “Coming Home”

 

My Peace I Give

What does my peace look like?
What does it sound like?
Is it a wink, a pat, a smile. . .
a kindness or a caring back?
Could it be forgiveness?
Peace has many forms,
but real peace is a reward
of divine love!

Mary Woodward
Wooster, OH

 

The Answer

There is something to be said
about breaking down walls. . .
Tower high. . .
Cinderblock thick. . .
A single ray of
Love
Can penetrate like a laser beam
Carving a tunnel
To the heart!

Janet Nesler
Sciotoville

 

Recreating Self

Exploring the past
To live in the future

Rebirthing the infant of hope
By embracing the misplaced adult

Journeying home
To a place I’ve never been

Singing the blues
With a new song of color

Rebuilding my house
With antique bricks

Looking outward
By peering inward

Finding a soul    
I had not lost

Redecorating my spirit
With perennial meditation

Seeking truth
To understand lies

Meeting myself
A familiar stranger

Mellissa Martin
Wheelersburg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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