My Screen - Poem by Kathleen Kirkpatrick
There is a certain peace of mind
To know this place; to have this time
To be alone within myself Alone inside, alone...
so free: Here, is where I'd rather be.
My imagination builds a scene
Of which I usually heartily agree
Now my canvas is quite full with
Things of late and of things to view.
But, and yet, I open my eyes;
My screen has somehow been disguised.
Sometimes I wonder: I'm just not sure:
If nurturing this time could be,
Anything but a dream. I close my eyes;
once back again. I see...my secret heaven.
Oh, to be, so free.
Comments about My Screen by Kathleen Kirkpatrick
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You