My Scribbled Secret Notebooks

Some pages from the not so secret online journal of Lynna Goldhar Smith artist and writer.

I am trying to write a poem because I am sad– and because summer is ending- and because a poet I love has died. I am trying to write a poem because– as the days grow short and the nights fall so suddenly- all my summers- of innocence and invincibility are coming to an end …

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I have built a little cage on the edge of a cliff, where I pretend– to live contentedly, rather than learn to swim across the turbulent waters below. Cushioned by the delusion of safety, I hang there trapped– above murky waters- as if sitting alone in a cage– is  preferable to the risk of drowning. I watch with …

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