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.
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Tiptoeing whispers sneaking throughout imagination, creatingchaotic prayerful waking.Purposefully stepping out of tune, walking steadily, hurryingfaster and faster to catch up with many ideas spinning beforemy mind.Clamoring for a voice, a rehearsal in words, taking off andlanding, filling creativeness with new memories.Life-long listings being tapered down to nothing, finding nomore to say to company.Wailing mournfully, repeating…
Writing utensils being used to explore makings of an inner child, touching upon theories, expanding in talent’s forte.
Sketching visions, entering through side doors, collecting ideas in mailboxes set up for targets of brain cells set beyond life.
Yesterday’s memories are shining
leaving alternatives one by one,as challenging textures stir mymind with energy and verve.
Small children running around the patio area,
and chasing after without any prompting whatsoever.Mom’s picking them up, trying to protect themfrom falling and hurting themselves, as the childkicks, cries and screams, wanting to get down.Holding hands, children pulling with all theirmight, wanting to get away and be free –independent – learning on their own.
Packages of renewal standing on steps for future use.
Ready to open – be prepared – life doesn’t stand still and wait.We have to reach out and pull it close, unwrap it in our owntime – setting it before us, ready to live.Don’t put it on display, because that is certain death.Walk on, gathering as you grow, making an entire life-timepresentable, but not for…
Dream-catching rhythms emanating from an electric guitar, sending sounds directly to my soul to be kept in treasure chests of my mind for future days of writing.
Intending to play within my mind, imaginatively, and playfully, taking into consideration my total interest of rhythmical poetry as it flows from my pen and silently alights on paper.Soaring minds set free to enjoy whatever touches a freedom of subconsciousness.