Heart vibrating quickly, taking into account, the rhythms of my soul as they reverberate across heaven.
Finding spaces to reside in, getting into shape, exercising their figures and copulating definitions into factual images, sounding like histories of etudes from classical signs of yesterday.
Looking closely as the sun sets itself over my mind, closing doors for just moments at a time, fixing all sentences in collaboration with poetical mysteries.
Giving a reprieve from the sadnessthat incessantly envelopes me every day.Silent passions held in check, focusingall of subconsciousness into a funnel,filtering it into ideas, formingthemselves in compartments of poetry.
Standing forever on edges of my own reality, not ever wanting to enter another’s world for it may take away from my own.
Filling everyone with courage as we walk on alone, hoping that there’ll be someone for us when we in turn need someone to be there for us in our own desperation and grief.Sadness touching us coldly as we expire in our own times.
Been living here now almost two years.Wickenburg reminds me of my own home town, except for the westerntheme here.Looking up and down main street, enjoying the ambiance of SaguaroMovie Theater and all the little shops – quaint and touching.A beautiful two-story at the end of main street on the other sideexudes class and clarity of…
So many difficulties, yet I must continue on for my children and grandchildren.
Disallowing sleep, jumping onto escalators,attempting to reach the highest number of imagescontained in one moment.Settling in, sipping a hot cup of tea, thinkingof good things done in bygone days.Reminiscing shadows, quietly sitting on the flooraround me, awaiting their turns to appear andbring good cheer and happiness into poetry.
