Speaking Pages #4

So dear writer, Hang your pen over my blank Why have you not scribbled today? Or is it... that the tributaries of your brain froze? Why, Writer's block I deem...? Do you know that if you stare at me long enough That is all you would do.. Go take yourself a brisk walk Run, jog,…

Speaking Pages #2

And the poet asked, "should your surface I scratch?" With the sensibility of its tannish hue, the page answered, "of course dear Poet, you may not know, but pens do tickle my fancy." Poet,Page and Pen, succumbed to Words. ©2018∼VearnaGloster    

His writings

My soul is my friend who consoles me in misery and distress of life.  He who does not befriend his soul is an enemy of humanity, and he who does not find human guidance within himself will perish desperately.  Life emerges from within, and derives not from environs.  From The Treasured Writings of Kahlil Gibran. Here…