A friend of mine and I were chatting today about our poetry we both write. She told me I was a Panster, poet. I thought it was a joke comment or something bad, so I asked her what it meant . She explained and when our chat was over, I looked the word up. The dictionary said it means, someone who writes with no plan or thought. Well that’s definitely me most of the time. I will pull a word out of the air, type it and see where it goes. Here, I will do it right now. The first word will be,,,,why.
Why do you call out to me
I hear the echoes deep in the sea
I float to surface to see who’s there
But I don’t see you anywhere
I am now your memories from your past
They float within me so they last
Don’t keep calling out my name my dear
For I am standing by you, very near.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
January 2016
In the shadows where no one can see me I make-up my very own tea parties. I have a secret place where I can go. No one knows about it. I have been going there for several months now.
Who I am 