Cindy Knoke

“The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.”
― Derek Walcott , Derek Walcott: Selected Poems

“The mirror lets me know the changing face,the sincere self,for an anxious glance,it gives an impression,and its never be like the World gives the lie,the real picture,to ponder to reach a conscious conclusion.”
― Nithin Purple

“Clocks ticking, wasted time, reminded [Poe]
The coffin waits and pages lie half done
In desolation. Anonymity’s
Curse frightens writers more than Roderick
Encountering his sister’s open crypt.

- - from my poem "Poe and His Women" - -”
― LindaAnn LoSchiavo, A Route Obscure and Lonely

“All rivers carry their secrets, but not every river keeps its secret forever.”
― Bernard Jan, January River