Bare ContenderA Poem by Chilson, Joshua The greats have left their impression, we can only leave our own by being ourselves.
No Columbus
These waters are charted By those before me. My ocean Rests in the recesses Of fading memories. With no confines Nor syllables or rhymes To keep me in line. As words Can paint the beauty Or birth tragedy. For our greats Have left their impression On minds sand. Greeting bare contenders Armed with pale words That fall upon poets past. © 2016 Chilson, JoshuaAuthor's Note
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Chilson, JoshuaCarlisle, PAAboutI write poetry from life experience, though most won't seem that way as I never get into specifics to the events that bring about my work. I'm a silent individual for the most part which doesn't ma.. more..Writing
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