Category: Poetry

“A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.” – W.H. Auden

“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” – Robert Frost

This book has closed
A new one now opened
The pages blank
But still to be written

My thoughts collected
My heart on sleeve
The story unfolding before you and me

My Pen in hand
White-out on table
Now is the time to put ink on paper

My pen is my heart
The ink my soul
The paper your mind
Let the story unfold

By Bradford Lee Mace

Innocence is becoming a myth and the legend of a world that no longer exists. The Twilight Zone is no longer science fiction or an alternate world but has become our reality. A promise is no longer a promise, and our words have become empty sounds of weightless wonder. Light has become darkness and darkness light, yet we are all blind. Truth is no longer the truth, everything is subjective; reality is now a virtual reality. We find ourselves empty as we grasp for what no longer exists, for a world that can only be known and touched through the pages of history. We are not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy, and Oz is our nightmare.

By Bradford Lee Mace