November 6, 2021

MY FATHER

By EPRobles

I walk like a man and think as a poet
but feel like as God.
My Father always talks and I take his best words
and sew a pattern of poetry forgetting all he said:
only my own lonely voice as blue arctic ice.
The rest: burden of life.

:: 08-16-2014 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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