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    A Diary of a Poet's Pen
    A Diary of a Poet's Pen
    A Diary of a Poet's Pen
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    A Diary of a Poet's Pen

    By Michelle Umland

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    Lyrical and inspiring!

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    A Diary of a Poets Pen is an inspirational book of poetry for both men and women. It richly expresses love, faith, spirituality, imagination, family, and unforgettable memories of home.

     

    A Diary of a Poet's Pen is an inspiring, lyrical, imaginary, and magical book of poetry for both men and women.
    It richly expresses love, faith, spirituality, and family while capturing a poet's vivid imagination and dreams. The poet shares experiences of love and the reality of pain in verse. Explore the depth of imagination, possibility, and life's truth and reality in her poem The Beggar and Angels Flying Low. Enjoy nature through the poet's eyes and intimate thoughts.
    If you love Edgar Allen Poe,  you will love A Diary of a Poet's Pen.


    This penned collection will take you on a calming journey down a summer lane, ignite a flame of romance, encourage your faith, or take you to the razor's edge of a poet's imagination!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMichelle Umland
    Release dateFeb 1, 2017
    ISBN9781508053446
    A Diary of a Poet's Pen
    Author

    Michelle Umland

    When I published A Diary of a Poet's Pen, it was exciting and challenging. "In The Garden With Daddy" was a dream I had shortly after my father's passing. I almost didn't include it because it was so personal. After some soul-searching, I decided to include it in the book. I thought others who may have lost a parent early in life might find some comfort in it or maybe stir memories of their own. I wrote An Angel's Lullaby for my three children, who are now parents themselves. Remember The Memories is a poem I wrote from my mother's perspective after my daughter was born. She would often reflect on her memories when my brother and I were small, as my children spoke their first words or took their first steps. Summer Lane, Silence Within The Storm, Silver Dreams, and Winds of Change, to name a few, were poems written between the ages of eleven and fifteen. I wrote the remaining poems later in life, expressing my opinions, views, and experiences.

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      A Diary of a Poet's Pen - Michelle Umland

      Dedication

      A Diary of a Poets Pen is dedicated in memory of my mother and father. Although their residence may have changed, their love, presence, and encouragement fill my heart. To my exceptional children, whom I love to the moon and back. May your dreams and talents carry you through life. Hold on to your dreams and never let go. To my incredible Fiancé, whose strength, love, determination, and encouragement inspire me to push harder and strive for the unreachable. To God above, whom I revere, without your guidance and inspiration, this book would have never gotten to page one.

      Thank you all and much love!

      A Diary

      of a Poets Pen

      M.J. Umland

      REFLECTIONS

      The Expression of my Pen

      I sat down with my pen

      Which seems to be

      my dearest friend,

      My imagination flowed like a river

      Quenching the thirst

      of my barren thoughts,

      Quickly, as they entertain me

      I capture the essence

      They have brought.

      Visions dance with rhythm, in time

      As I give life, emotion

      To these words of mine

      Their expression cuts deep,

      Others, rest upon my lips as I sleep.

      I have cried countless tears

      As they have impressed upon me

      The many joys and pain

      Of my short years.

      Pain gives birth

      To our hopes and dreams

      That otherwise would remain

      Thoughtless, it seems.

      The rapture of their beauty brings

      A breathless sigh to explain

      The depth of true reality

      As my pen silently sings,

      Unleashing the melody

      Of my thoughts

      We engage in our journey

      Once again.

      A MEMOIR OF THE HEART

      As I look back

      Even though I am still young with age

      I wonder where time has gone,

      With my soul at hand

      I search the years that fill each page

      Of this diary, I had begun.

      Recorded are the sounds of laughter

      And memorable things we had done.

      Written in tears

      Are lingering hours of pain,

      An avenue I have chosen

      Never to travel again.

      I hold within a sacred embrace

      The many trials

      That has proven to inspire,

      And grasp quickly

      The moving memories

      Of true miracles that did transpire.

      There are those who proclaimed love

      Beyond any depth or measure,

      But God revealed to me

      Endless love my heart could treasure.

      There are memories recorded

      That very few would understand,

      And times we succumb to reasoning

      That fell on the other hand.

      We all have paths to travel

      Memories to hold whatever the age,

      We all must endure what life unravels

      And hold fast

      To the goodness, we engage.

      For those later years that will come

      We will eagerly recall them one by one

      Written in the memoir of our hearts.

      In the Garden with Daddy

      Is it, me?

      Or do you hear the birds singing

      Joyfully in the garden?

      Their melodies drift eloquently,

      Embracing the tender breath of roses

      Illuminated by,

      The peaceful tears of Morning.

      You are beside me,

      And time eagerly stands still.

      We exchange

      Our thoughts, our memories

      All our yesterdays at will.

      We became lost in the moment

      Sharing loving words

      Before we couldn’t say,

      I had prayed for that moment

      That I shared with you that day.

      God showed me

      His generosity, His grace,

      As my eyes

      briefly touched your face.

      Daddy, it will hold me

      For a little while,

      Our memories of the garden,

      Your happy smile.

      Remembering

      Relieves my heart of its pain

      Until we are in the garden, Daddy,

      Where we shall walk again.

      Surrender

      Speak unto thee, oh my heart

      The hour of darkness befalls me.

      This day of wonder

      quickly slips from sight

      To rest peacefully

      upon the patient horizon.

      Obediently tomorrow awaits

      This heavenly slumber of the night,

      Knowing it is the hope of dreams

      That holds them, but a breath apart.

      Such magic convinces my soul,

      It must be free

      To embrace all this day past,

      And accept

      What tomorrow may bring.

      It is from the deepest emotion

      I have found that you speak,

      But it has yet to make my soul sing

      Only awaken all that makes me weak.

      With pleasure, I cast this bitterness

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