Poetry calls everything briefly into itself, falling in line with what I write.
Tears and sorrow inevitably come from between each line without being realized until they cascade down waterfalls of truth and honesty in life’s environment.
Made beautiful by meanings set in frames of poetical music and art.
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Weakened by devastation, trying to exist,
At times suffocating and praying for air.Burning deeply set within me, I try towalk through it, but I can’t always manage.Yet, here I am, still hoping to get througheverything before expiring and leaving thiscrucial world of reality.
Noticing every aspect of beauty based in nature’s habitat, becoming energized in minds of talent.
Settling slowly in trenches of scented creativeness, belying incessant sensitivity.Beginning daily on a basis of penetrating processes, taking it easy on highways to heaven.
Silent sorrow reaching into my heart, squeezing it with life-altering effects as tears flow and spread themselves through my mind.
Sensing their presence with intellect, feeling the sorrow mounting by the moment, leaving me bereft and alone this dark night of the soul as I kneel and visit heavenly gardens once again in a brief interlude with grief draped upon my shoulders.
Twigs poking my memories, bringing them to the forefront so I may see the beautiful willow trees of home when I was just a child.
Turning towards the trunk, touching it’s bark and lifting myself into the branches of it’s arms, wanting to be held by mother nature.Always feeling safe and secure in their hold, not ever wanting to climb back down.Most of the time climbing higher – out of reach, until Mom or Dad called to me to come…
Withered, solemn, deep in thought, concentrating on existing for a while longer, yet not really wanting to.
Now ready to get past it, move forward and settle sights on horizons of beyond.Lifting spirits, floating towards new experiences, hoping to be energized in a new dimension of life on the other side of earth’s curtains.