A pastiche poem by Debbie Frampton and Emily Dickensen
Old fashioned eyes--
not easy to surprise.
I have found the phrase to every thought I ever had,
How still the riddle lies.
Here a star, there a star--
Can I expound the skies?
The moon slides down the stair.
The sunrise leaves the door ajar.
Ah friend! You little know how long the angels
labored diligent at this celestial wick.
Take care, for God is near.
About my serious side
Not to break the spell or spoil the fun, but you've probably figured out my real name isn't Dummy.
The CTD Diaries is my playground. No one tells the truth in their diaries anyway so I figured I should find another place to get real, where the head lights aren't so bright. I originally thought this would be a good place to post my creative writing, but I think this is just a good place to tell the truth.