No where to disperse any of it, holding it as long
as I can – until I can’t hold it any longer.
Letting it surge and fly into thoughts, traveling
higher – no longer staying quiet.
Speaking silently, softly, into words, appearing
quickly onto paper.
Poetry forming – being translated through time.
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Peggy and Neil perform.Creative performances abound each time we hear themplay from their hearts, touching our souls withinnocence and purity of musical atonement.
People of all persuasions sitting at tables, filled with inherent abilities, touching one another’s hearts through musical etudes.
closely to minds filled with their grief.Slowly unfolding, opening eyes of individual’s minds sothey may see they are never alone.Closing doors, lighting candles, sending prayers toheaven for those who are isolated, afraid, into them-selves, interiorly bereft of companionship.A family of unity, everyone on our planet in one way or another, is connected soul to soul…
Stomping musically down roads, leading to eternity, watching scenery as I pass on my own.
Never being a part of anyone’s adventure, closely following solo desert plains, reacting and feeling tranquilly inside it’s arid beauty.Casting about, trying to find meaning and relief from all sorts of grieving.Standing alone, once and for all, becoming no one again.
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…
Reigning happily in my sixties state of mind.
Stepping up a mountain, living and breathing in the purified atmosphere.Clarifying all reasons of earth, living on ledges, looking down and out into the skies.Clouds floating by, giving clues in their pictures as they pass us, going to unknown destinations.