- inthespotlyghtfeat
- May 22, 2021
- 1 min read
In The SpotLyght Feature Magazine
- inthespotlyghtfeat
- May 22, 2021
- 1 min read
By Roland E. Williams
The shyness of your laughter
The tenderness of your words
The contents of your heart
The fullness of your voice
The freshness of your thoughts
The sincerity of your advice
The eternity of your friendship
The boundlessness of your truth

The completeness of your honesty
The whisper of your friendliness
The embrace of your companionship
The serene respect of you forgiving
The pain of those moments we had
The joy when they were passed and gone
That contagious sound most heard!
The righteousness of a true friend
The firmness of your willingness
The question not answerable
About all that this says
That it is quite a bit
THAT it never is nor will be
‘tis the beginning of beginnings
Of this wonder of wonders
This muse of amazement
This goddess of inner beauty
This…story that never ends…
This saint who is you
- inthespotlyghtfeat
- May 19, 2021
- 1 min read
By Roland E. Williams
Is my poetry solely for me?
Or must I share it?
Is that not a question already answered?
By the many who said they liked what they read?

Is my poetry part of man’s heritage?
Is anyone’s poetry meant to be?
Or do we choose which will?

But if we do, have we the right criteria?
If I made mine solely mine
It shall always be my heritage
And so too my legacy

Then, too, what do I seek to do with it?
Do we emulate?
Do we combine?
Must we create?
Or can we leave it at re-creation?
Do we mimic?
Do we complement?
Must we use it all?
Or can we stay away from it all?





