The Poet

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The poet thinks in cryptic patterns But mostly he observes Absorbing his surroundings To mind— His heart A rhythmic extension Of his soul Words Images Thoughts Dreams Beliefs Emotion Entwined within his verse He creates a thing of beauty A thing we know As Poetry

—Michele Cameron Drew

Copyright © 2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.

Good Intention

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Seeds of evil lie in root Covering like a thicket About the innocent one Deluding common sense Of an honorable heart Deficient of judgement In the folly Of good intention Moments of clarity lie Within the tangled labyrinth Reaching skyward- Neurologically twisted Thwarted by derangement Never to be unveiled Within the eye Of the broken mind

                         —Michele Cameron Drew

Copyright ©2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.

An Abstract Battle

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You read my book of life,

As if it were a novel.

As if the moments,

Should be contiguous

As is the progression of a life,

But they are not.

Missing sections,

Jumping from a single chapter,

To a dozen later,

And then back again.

In a single stanza,

The years an abstract battle,

Of confusion to unravel.

Each post in fragments scattered,

Each page a story of its own,
Each stanza a song in its own right.

My world... my life...

Each moment buried,
Like a forgotten jewel,

In the mine that is my mind,

In remembrance,

For all time.

—Michele Cameron Drew