Skyways of intense indignation following me down straight-aways, keeping the allocation of verse in certain periods of life, as I continue to free myself from all outer, earthly strings in life.
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This heart is broken irreparably with Dad’s death,
and secure in His arms.Looking through watered eyes at landscapes passingby, I can feel Dad’s freedom and joy from this earthlylife, but it somehow doesn’t lessen the pain in myheart and soul this day.I pray for strength in the coming days without myDad while knowing life has been changed forever atthe moment of his death.
Wandering aimlessly, not letting anything
Wanting to not have any feelings right now,just to see how it feels without emotionsinsinuating themselves into my poetical thoughts.
Pondering a medley of thoughtful verse,
All of it done automatically, subconsciously, inmoments of contemplation.
Wishful thinking, always singing
Wanting to live leisurely with noworries to mar the years ahead.Flying comments never adhere, andlife continues to be mediocre.
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.
Beauty unfolding upon earth, sun shining brightly even
Stairways of clouds step into visions of concentratedimages, leading to heaven’s gates beyond us.Levels of atmosphere’s can actually be seen with thenaked eye, revealing their secrets of antiquity to apoet quite aware of their presence in her mind’s eyes.Separate pages of historical significance always beingwritten in rhyme for future generations in time.