Oh white pixidust!
You cover the earth in a fresh page
for us to fill with rabbit
tracks and tire treads
–I hesitate–
to breathe in your stillness, the wake of you
is an invitation to contemplate
–Pause–
Will you welcome me in the morning, when I deliberate?
Or will you pass before the moon
shines its face upon your glass?
–You resonate–
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Rebecca J. Whitman is a author and small indie publisher in eastern North Carolina with over 160 published poems and articles. She writes weekly to an international audience, and her blog is read in over 40 countries. When she is not busy on other writing and web design projects, Rebecca loves to travel and capture stories for local newspapers and her blog. She enjoys retail therapy and going out to eat with friends as well as quality time at home with family. Rebecca is also proud to volunteer some of her time weekly to a non-profit addressing homelessness in her area. Rebecca holds multiple degrees including a Bachelor of Fine Arts in Creative Writing from the University of North Carolina at Wilmington and a Masters in English, Technical and Professional Communication from East Carolina University.
Latest posts by Rebecca Whitman (see all)
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