Porcelain dinner plate sun
more moon than star
extinguished by the miasma
of an indecisive summer day
neither rain nor shine
just a cold white ceramic disk
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"Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is go where they can find you." ~ Winnie the Pooh
"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)
About Me
- Kara Holden
- Kara Holden is a thinker, a dreamer, a pessimistic optimist, a faithful skeptic, a seeker, and a full time wonderer. She received her master's degree in screenwriting, poetry, and fiction from The University of Southern California.
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