by Kent Pilkington | Aug 2, 2017 | Introspective, Writing
Not to an enemy, but to a caring friend who points with gentle tenderness where I still need to grow and love and accept and forgive. Not to a speaker of the word, but to me. To forgive the past hurts and scars too long held. To let go of the pain and bitterness of...
by Kent Pilkington | Apr 19, 2017 | Introspective, Writing
What is the Nature of Your Strength? What is the nature of your strength, My Love? Is it parapets and towers, with moats and showers of piercing arrows that drop men dead, and make their tombs among the bowers? How have you stayed intact, My Love? Have you kept...
by Kent Pilkington | Jun 14, 2014 | Introspective, Writing
A million words are thrown a million times passing through the space of the absent armor that was cast aside and abandoned for the passionate strength of vulnerability. Passing through my soul without a home. But one in a million, rather than passing by unslowed,...
by Kent Pilkington | Mar 21, 2010 | Introspective, Writing
Tell me what I want to hear and leave out painful truth. Whisper sweet into my ear and speak not tales of thorns and nails, or the approach of murderous feet, but call them now a lover’s treat, a gentle sweep through soft, sweet blades of grass. Look at me with...
