I looked once
Saw the people
Tried to climb back inside
Thought that I had mistook what my eyes had seen
The sights that my mind saw
sounds it heard were not glorious as I had always thought they would be!
Why did I look once?
I can't unsee or unhear now.
My dream is forever gone
the realness has taken over
So I now must remember forever what I saw
and what I heard
And never have the peace that goes with ignorance.
Author Bio:
I am Linda Wood and I have been thinking and writing poetry for fifty years. I feel more comfortable writing poetry, but reading prose. After a long career as a social worker, I recently began attending the Bluegrass Writers Studio. My first class was in fiction writing. My genre of choice is comedy. I would like to think of myself and my style as a younger version of Erma Bombeck. This is only my second writing presented for publication, the first being a work of prose.
Saw the people
Tried to climb back inside
Thought that I had mistook what my eyes had seen
The sights that my mind saw
sounds it heard were not glorious as I had always thought they would be!
Why did I look once?
I can't unsee or unhear now.
My dream is forever gone
the realness has taken over
So I now must remember forever what I saw
and what I heard
And never have the peace that goes with ignorance.
Author Bio:
I am Linda Wood and I have been thinking and writing poetry for fifty years. I feel more comfortable writing poetry, but reading prose. After a long career as a social worker, I recently began attending the Bluegrass Writers Studio. My first class was in fiction writing. My genre of choice is comedy. I would like to think of myself and my style as a younger version of Erma Bombeck. This is only my second writing presented for publication, the first being a work of prose.
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