Reflecting on the essence that has been buried
for so long, not strengthening the ties with
earthly life.
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Reminiscing about the cafe, thinking of all the good people and memories it brings to mind.
So nice to be safe in past images of musical inclinations.Seeing all of them keeping in time with every rhythm, even now is totally transfixing.So beautiful to see and reminisce in days of difficulty.
A quiet place which is all my own, is real, not just inside of me.
Trees growing with water all around and no sound at all except my penwriting it all down in this poem.
Rodeo has begun, first roper’s out of the chute, got the steer down and now it’s one team after another – 175 teams in all – it’s going fast!
So many team ropers, all having paid entry fees – a lot of old roping buddies donating for a good cause.There’s so much generosity and care for the entire family from everyone in attendance.An atmosphere of love, with our family, friends and strangers who have heard the story on the news, bringing everyone together.Children, proud…
Talent sits upon shelves of minds, awaiting it’s time in the spotlight.
Placating interior doubts, shining astride a knowing of worthwhile endeavors.In the end, never being realized until death has taken us from the circle of talent on earth to perform instead for God.
Tattered strangers, roaming through night’s long chambers.
goblet’s tables.Tantalizing strings of melancholy fill their ears with it’s eeriemelody.Striving to overcome the distance felt between them, stepping lightlyas popcorn through thoughts of once great men.Looking at stones marking graves of long dead bones, knowing that allbrains of great men have since turned to dust.Leaving fine particles on the ground, there is no longer…
Late at night when everyone is asleep, I sit and write to the sound of Chopin.
Each piece brings different words to match his beautiful notes.The sound of it fills my ears and penetrates my subconscious, settling there to stir thinking in my mind.Thoughts exploding, falling out one after another to fill pages with what his music brings to me.Happily, I sit and write continuously until I feel a need to…