November 26, 2008

Young writer’s,
believe with your hearts

Baby birds
you are about to storm out
into a world…
That might not see you.
Will not know you.
You will be invisible.

in all directions;
absorb the spoken,
slip into each tellers skin.
what’s left unsaid,
such things can be
silent truths.
with caution fledgling nights
of corn-stalk moons;
martyred truths,
and insanity’s logic.

Read the unwritten,
write the visible
for in tomorrow’s fray
your words…your truth
will be history.

—Debra J. Harmes Kurth

Posted by dwaber at November 26, 2008 05:57 PM