Sheila Burns Poems
- False Identity Holding in high esteem My false self ...
- Building The Shrine How do we honor and love Our formless, ...
- Cosmic Dementia Everything blends Dissolving and combining ...
- Creativity To look at me, you might say “Linear accountant...
- Writer's Block Sometimes, too often lately, Now when my ...
- Dark Clouds Dark clouds drifting by Throughout most ...
- Road Rage – Confession And Abs... My vehicle has become ...
Born the 4th child in a Catholic family in Grand Junction, Sheila made her first move at the tender age of 3 weeks to a 2 acre spread in Glenwood Springs, Colorado. She has young and fond memories of their life close to the land, raising chickens, cows, goats, making butter in a churn, growing vegetables, having a little brother added to the family, attending church and participating in ... more »
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Holding in high esteem
My false self image
The granules of that image flow
Slipping thru the hour glass
Turning the hourglass
As many times
As repeated deceptions
I insist upon,
The sand in unique arrangements
Slides thru the glass every time
Until I release the sand
Or the turning and be
The transparent glass.