particles of written words, dying slowly on horizons
of future moments of death untold.
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Taking off, meeting nature head
alluring and tempting my fancies onwayward tunes of tomorrow’s shores.Touching beats with my heart as theyflow in unison downstream, awaitingtheir fruitful renditions of thought.
Minds peering out of eyes, seeing vibrations of
on wings of talent.Gifted under stars of heaven, taking time toexpress all of life in prolific expressions,spread into words of magical prose.Giving off perceptions no one else can see, becauseI am alone in my inner gifts, nothing bothering meon the seaside of my choice.4/22/13
Swinging, sashaying through etudes of music,
and grasp notes of desirable pleasure.Hanging on and pacing back and forth,latching on, and keeping tangled webs of feet apart.
Tender, fragile petal of life I am of late.
Delicate and gentle, unafraid, yet ready to becomeunknown in this life.Scanning horizons of yet to be experiences, siftingthrough with careful expectancy, ready for anything.Expounding on necessary pilgrimages of life within,carrying them to farthest reaches of mankind.Hesitantly aware of precarious moments, building onthem, hoping to prevent any illusions or accidents.Sent from a peculiar emptiness of silence,…
Peaceful serenity faithfully touching my soul
Reminders of Mom’s death sneak up behind andpush their way with memories of personalityand lively spirit into the forefront of my mind.Remembering Mom with love, wishing to talk withher now – then a gentle breeze blows across myface letting me know she’s here and can feel mythoughts for her dearly.Sending her love straight to my…
Easily walking, slowly down small town streets, reminding yourself of where you came from and going back to the roots of childhood.
Calmly entering realms of being, totally bent on using heartstrings, feeling emotional and never blinking an eye when showing them to anyone.Looking out for beautiful sensations of an open book, a person with no secrets writing poetry.