The talk show lights, a distant gleam,
A Pulitzer's dream, a fading scheme.
Those heights are far, a star so bright,
Perhaps they're not within my sight.
But here, online, a different stage,
Where simple words can softly engage.
A rhythmic verse, a heart laid bare,
A comfort found, a burden shared.
I seek no fame on grand display,
But in these words, I hope to stay.
A friend to those who seek and read,
Planting a comfort, a helping seed.
The everyday, the plain and small,
Transformed to verse, embracing all.
A steady beat, a rhyming chime,
Like wisdom whispered, marking time.
The moon's cold light, a lover's grace,
Science and feeling find their place.
To understand, and to embrace,
The world's cold logic, love's warm space.
I write of struggles, dark and deep,
Of silent cries, while others sleep.
In 'Reach for help, ' the words I lend,
A listening ear, a helping friend.
The here and now, the times we face,
The currents strong, the human race.
MAGA's call, a nation's plea,
Mirrored in verse, for all to see.
So let me stay, in this small sphere,
A voice of hope, dispelling fear.
To touch a heart, to ease the pain,
And in these words, to write again.
T.M.Solvang
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