My Own Disguise

My Own Disguise

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa

When I think I can't write anymore

Kindof like the slamming of a door

 

Another poem appears

As I still shed these salty tears

 

Like raindrops falling down

The face of a made-up clown

 

i

realize

my own

disquise

 

When I think I can't write anymore

Kindof like the slamming of a door

 

Another poem appears

As I shed these salty tears

 

Like raindrops falling down

The face of a made-up clown

 

 

© 2008 Deborah Leah Krempa


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beautiful. i really enjoy this and the rest of your work i've read. i'm definitely a fan!

Posted 16 Years Ago


Another poem appears
As I shed these salty tears

Like raindrops falling down
The face of a made-up clown

could you have found anymore perfect words. I loved these two line. It's not as sad as other of yours I read. It's as if you found a peace inside yourself. Very nicely written. Excellent.



Posted 16 Years Ago


very interesting, and thought provoking.

Posted 16 Years Ago


So much healing in those tears. When I think of all of the uses for salt, I am reminded of the awesome God that we serve. He knew what He was doing when He created tears for cleansing and healing. :-)

I love how you repeated the two groups of words. It added impact! Well done!


When I think I can't write anymore

Kindof like the slamming of a door

Another poem appears

As I shed these salty tears

Like raindrops falling down

The face of a made-up clown


Thanks for sharing...Carole





Posted 16 Years Ago


I sure know how that is. Sometimes, it is like my muse has up and deserted me. Then, all of a sudden, she overwhelmes me with so many poems. This is a sad one. I am so sorry for your tears. I hope things get better.

Posted 16 Years Ago


It's good to get it out
I find writing a way of healing
Keep writing
Ray



Posted 16 Years Ago


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The words always come back into our heads to form another poem or story..

"2 am and I'm still awake writing a song
if I get it all down on paper it's
no longer inside of me
threatening the life it belongs to" (from song called BREATHE)

so true...good write!!

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa

Toledo, OH



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I am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..

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