interludes while writing poetry.
Keeping tab on every word,
blending them all into literature,
that one day may be treasured by
many in this world.
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All poets plan a stage of events, powerfully
Sticking straight to the point, never bowingout, messages are presented with very few words.Tears are jerked from souls who read poems,sighs manage to escape, sometimes even laughter.All the world is set in motion at the stroke ofa pen completing a poem.
Melting into nothing, focusing on primitive emotions; tailgating an emptiness always swimming within, taking me into depths unknown until imagination picks up on them and hurtles me into habitats of my own creation.
Taking time every day, lying in my spirit as my passion unfolds in picturesque words, taken from inner memory screens.
Softly, tenderly, composing songs and lyrics for another
Longing for a calm serenity to replace daily stress and strain.Coursing through amphibious desires, floating like alife preserver, holding on for a lifetime of tomorrows.Thoughts circle and combine into tomes of literature asthis poet walks onto a new horizon to write.
Watching venues of rhythm as they climb into heights beyond me, leaving me wondering what’s going to happen next.
Landing softly in many poems of explanation, full of newly created definitions.
Listening to music tempting my soul, luring me onto plains of serenity.
Tantalizing melodies fading in and out of memories storehouse, altering edges of consciousness, turning around moods, placing them on hold in closets for now.Forgetting stress and living in the presence of musical life, enjoying it’s texture on my mind.Moments of solitude, creating themselves in poems of a creative mind.
Creating special paintings through imagination,
Setting them picturesquely on inner screens ofphotographic images, candidly portraying lifeas I see it happening, while creating it’senvironment and placement.Taking places throughout periods of depressionand putting them into scrapbooks of eternal favor.