Tones perfectly at ease, filtering rhythm along lines
of musical melodies.
Taking notes by the hand, catapulting everyone into
the past with an energy fulfilling their tempos of being.
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Basking in details, gathering them like leaves being raked into piles of entertainment.
Tolling african signs as they race between pages of documentation, accruing wisdom as it flows downhill into ponds of learning.Opting for and choosing select meanings of prose as I glide along on melodies, random and adventurous through life.
Boxes of writing are never stored, never filed in
be room for newly created poetry.Clutter would restrict freedom of movement, ideas,images, creativeness, it would hinder the creativeprocess and cause mental or writer’s block.A clean continuous slate and screen invites memoriesto expand into visions of poetry, able to betranslated into rhythmical words and flowing meanings, carrying on the tradition of literacy throughout theworld.
Different atmospheres charge imagination’s batteries,
Choosing beautiful meanings, picking them like noteson a banjo of rhythm and rhyme.
Sheltering a child, being who she is as I climb through life, always uphill.
Standing past death’s shadow, yet reaching for it constantly.