Holding hands with some images, wanting to be a part of their world from yesterday’s memory.
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Softly, images touch me from without, a blurring of life carrying on around me.
Dancing smiles being held on floors of interior music.Thoughts colliding with motion and movement, cracking steel chests of emotions,spilling out their contents for everyone to see in poetry.
Daylight streaming into my line of vision, showering me with details not seen during the night.
Excising the ebony of sadness for a while as brain cells are exercised and given free rein to express any exposed scenes transpiring before me.Scattering all senses, letting them reiterate their purposes in a variety of ways, leaving their impressions on paper for anyone to read.
Children all around, laughing, teasing, having a
Watching other people, imitating them in ordinaryways, causes even the sternest person to grin orcrack a smile in spite of themselves.Isn’t it great to have little children expandingour worlds of reality with some fun?
Satin pillows resting my head, relaxing my body,
Combing my mind with exacting allusions, keepingtime with sensuous intuitions of rhymes.Collecting data, visions and senses of nature into consciousness, awakening literate subconscious dreams,to form poetry in rhymes of music.Loving every beat and note being instilled and playedin my mind.
Seething inside, afraid to speak for I may hurt someone’s feelings
Anger stretching tightly across my mind, pulling me in directions Idon’t want to go.Taciturnly listening to echoes of irate symbols, trying to keep peaceat my side so I won’t fall into an emotional trap, singeing my soul, because I don’t want to.
Listening to another voice singing touching songs, playing my heart like a violin concerto.
Only the playing of tears helps for just moments in time, always handing the grief back to me when I least expect it.