A Loss for WordsA Poem by My Name is Brenda and I'm a WriterNo Good Deed Goes Unpunished
A Loss for WordsI lost some words. I can make new ones.
While those that I lost were dear – like lovers who left too soon before the ardor could smolder into indifference.
A wise man once told me True love is always best managed on the west coast of your dreams.
Is it the same for words?
I think so.
Even now.
My lost words reverberate, regenerate and populate this screen.
May all my friends in the Café enjoy fresh fecundity. © 2008 My Name is Brenda and I'm a WriterReviews
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5 Reviews Added on February 6, 2008 AuthorMy Name is Brenda and I'm a WriterFalls Church, VAAboutMy first novel was inspired by my own childhood on Pungo Creek in rural North Carolina where I grew up in a house shared by three generations. It seems it took a lifetime to write but it was actually.. more..Writing
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