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Saturday, July 07, 2007

A dove feather's will.

She sits in her own world, alone on the brink,

held aloft by a dove feather, will.


Satin wraps a form that bellies inner strength.

For being alone demands unimaginable skill.


Her passion's unadmired, leaving dust in the air,

If only for a moment, there was someone else there.


Her beauty deserves more than darkness' kiss;

An unfettered heart laid bare.


Born in Fountain Inn, SC on Sept. 29, 1965, Frank
Blakely started artistic endeavors at the age of 4
when his mom made him draw a rose. He has been a
photographer, painter, author and poet; baker,
police officer,waiter and marketing director.
He lives now in Dallas, Tx, looking for the
love of his life.