Waiting expectantly for answers to appear in writing, not knowing if I can delve deeply enough to figure out solutions to take away sorrow existing always within me.
Tearing my heart in many directions, splitting my mind in excruciating shards of glassy memories, poking and cutting me incisively day and night.Even when alone in dreams of sorrowful existence.
Wishing never accomplishes anything, just gives you an empty feeling when they are not fulfilled to your expectations.
Deeper, edges are more defined and sparkle exactingly into beautiful artful prose.
High upon a rock, jutting out over the water, breezes blow gently across my face and arms.
Branches swaying, leaves moving, nature waving good-bye.Looking down atop the water, nothing can be seen but muddy water – little twigs are swirlingly doing the ballet.Under the shade of trees along the river’s bank, the water becomes a brown mirror reflecting trees and skies within it’s grasp.All around are mountains full of trees reaching to…
Signing beatitudes, hoping they’ll adhere to inner
Including possible thoughts arrayed in splendidarrangements brought to bear upon engaging beauty.Splitting atoms, sending them into the universewith added pleasure and circumstantial cleverness.
Trailways leading me astray, tending to heartfelt treasures along the way.
in fields of fragrant roses, musically turning into a kaleidoscope of color from eternity to the present.Offering opening tunes to gates of heaven, while passing through, dressed in Kountry clothes, hat and boots.Pleasing to God’s ears as He spreads music to all eyes inthe form of brilliant sunsets and sunrises, showing great pleasure in all…
Soothly rinsing my soul with easy melodies of life as
beckoning to me from images of long ago.Forgotten? Never.As I travel through life, listening to the beat of mydrum, I feel strangely attuned to beats of all pastrelatives, echoing our memories so I’ll never forgetthem either.Life is a series of reminders based on happier times,now thought of with gentle sorrow.