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Everything in its Own Time
Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak, Stephen Karr and 59 others
SEA OF INK
H. W. Bryce
They ask me, why do I write?
I tell them this:
I write because I have been thrown
Into the Sea of Ink,
And life becomes a case of write
Or sink.
The choice is mine and I choose life,
And so I swim in rhythmic strokes,
Four iambic feet upon the sea,
And breathe, four iambic feet
Upon the sea, and…
Strike eight beat to the bar.
I rest a beat and swim to beat
The flowing tide of ink,
I challenge the stream,
I float upon the flow
Of the treble clef of life
To keep myself sane.
I count the measures of a bar
And swim to carry on the tune.
And when I tire of that metronome,
I thrash about like a drumming riff,
And to reach the shore, I drift
A bit to breast stroke a bridge
And aim for a ridge, a place to plant
My feet upon a triumphal beach.
And fatigue becomes a fuge.
And when the strain gets too much
It becomes a refrain, just to keep in touch
And I float along with the sea of ink;
There is so much inspiration here to drink.
I float upon my back to change the pace
And I absorb the ink of life from out the sea
And let it flow throughout my veins,
And I write because I live,
And once I write, I feel compelled to give.
And that, my friend is why I write.
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THE HOLLOW TREE
Eva Lianou Petropoulou, Stephen Karr and 56 others
Was for What Can You Do
when the war is on the others side of the world
–I took it down. After tree days.