Carrie Richards Poet Rhyme

Guilty- Head In the Sand

Sometimes the dialogue I have with my ostrich-like self
drums on the door of the closed minded truth
Rewriting, revising, shoved back on the shelf
life's turbulent reality starts shaking things loose

No matter, how hidden, how deeply they are buried
my conscience determines to shovel them out
The child inside me, denies what is often re-storied
but can't deafen the voice, when reality shouts


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3/17/16
For Contest: It's Time To 'Fess Up
Sponsore: Lin Lane

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Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty March 25, 2016 at 8:38 AM ostrich-like self oh that reminds me of " the camel-neck silence " from a poem in Bengali. That " turbulent reality" really sucks. Great one as usual. Love Carrie. for your charm and allure, a great thank you.>>> rajat

Elaine George March 23, 2016 at 5:19 PM I can really identify with this Carrie. Great writing as always. A winner for sure. Elaine

Anthony Mark March 20, 2016 at 12:21 AM now that runs smooth, and is a well thought out piece...well done

Anthony Mark March 19, 2016 at 7:42 AM Carrie , ya know I love your works, and you phrase better than most ( except me Lol) this is a clever little write ....PM'd ya