Innately hiding beneath a talent filled with an intense desire to be adherent to rhythm’s codes.
Sending echoes of enlightenment into the universe, billowing like cumulus clouds, running across skies of tomorrow’s future where they are settled in a destiny belonging to fate.
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Dusty trails being explored on ghostly nights of bereavement.
around.Noticing the predicament, sorting out what needs to beseparated in tones of rhythm.
Fragmenting selves cast out into the universe, unprepared for what is found there.
Waiting to be remembered, taking upon it’s shoulders, the ignorant of the world.
Writing throughout life, writing of and about people, nature, feelings, emotions, taking it all in stride, answering the call of my purpose as I write.
Calmly writing everything that comes to me, intuitively sensing emotions, writing of another person’s inner feelings, somehow knowing what they’ve been through, writing exactly what channels from them to me.It is so fascinating the way it happens, getting a poetical glimpse into who the person is, what they’re really feeling so deeply inside them that…
Abruptly brushing away tears of frustration as they fall uninterruptedly from my soul.
Knowing healing is taking place in it’s own time, wishing it would speed up a little more so I can feel like I’m moving upward and away from what I’ve been through.Tears of frustration continue to fall, irregardless of how or what I feel or think right now.
Finalizing sunsets in my mind,
brilliant colors, until the sundisappears below the horizon.Leaving us in a darkened evening,ready for bed tonight.
Eyes gently rub across the surface of mountains,
Lovingly touching my soul, implanting feelings ofnature’s beauty within.Scanning the landscape from base to mountain-top,lovingly remembering each detail in images storedwithin my mind, awaiting replies of future wordsin poems of mine.