My Words Are My Children
by Carl Josehart

blank pages
inseminated with ink
burst forth with
life

single words
divide and
reproduce
forming
lines
stanzas
poems

grow and
mature
become
books and
collections

my words are my
children
nurtured through
stormy adolescence
stand now as
markers of a life
bridge to the future
pieces of the past
voice during silent
eternity

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