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Returning joys felt in childhood, feeling their innocent beginnings filling me again through an artistic grace of musical songs – being played over and over again in my mind.
Silently, sounding new ideas into areas of my brain, untouched until just now.Enjoying their splendid feelings as they fit my style of being from now on.
Silently I steep in sorrow, pulling the anchor up,
Holding on, looking over, reaching down into brinydepths, cupping hands filled with diamond drops ofmoisture.Sadness splashing up against my heart like wavesupon the shores of sand.Rocks being split apart by tragic melancholic sonatasonly I can hear.Stepping softly through bereaved becomings, hearingonly the sounds of silent crying.
Looking out a breezeway window,
with flowing water and many koi.An interesting sight to behold soearly in the morning, especiallyfor a Monday.
Gathering pillows of regret, setting them upon a couch of memories, hoping they’ll mesh and find an empathy weighing upon my heart.
Walling sentiments on edges of mountainsides, balancing them with breaths of air as they escalate in meaning, melding together with an abbreviated symbol of love.
Explaining volatile meanings of emotion and feeling is an ever-increasing puzzle as it defies any meaning.
Yet, continuing an uphill path, I will find a way toexplain musically, what I feel and write in poetry.