Lit up with a repertoire of remembrance, carefully writing, mysteriously silent in words whispered cautiously without
fear.
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Listening to conversations beyond the music I hear, stringent, mocking me.
An outside of pain, trying to display itself on and within me, yet, I shrug it off and continue my life.Making a journey alone, traveling and encompassing particles of life within.
Jumping for joy, skipping down rows of gardens, happy as a lark in spring.
Thoughtful rendezvous, becoming a new episode in a difficult life.Thumbing melodies absently on the piano, thinking in notes, seeing their pictures being arranged by intellect.Harmony gathering it’s skirts and waltzing into the mix, helping to culminate another etude in a poetical musician’s mind.
Gray clouds swirling around in visions of my mind, generating a myriad of thoughts, gently touching my soul with delight.
As I walk among gardens filled with blue roses I once connected with sorrow and the Blessed Mother, now I feel the joy of being with God whenever the scent of blue roses enters my mind.
Distinct measures adding up in layers of beats, strumming through my mind.
Trusting in innate talent to give me an edge in trials of life, writing and painting into musical compositions, allowing me to express myself in original forms and masterpieces.Flouncing in tune with rhythms, coordinating all with my mind.
Calling forth images of long ago,
unsettling everything as it goes.Barreling over thoughts kept deepinside, unaware of the feelings ofhurt and anger, caught in the webof childhood.Acknowledgement does no iota ofgood, because the forlorn absenceof friendship stands in it’s stead.Disavowing any particle of atom oftruth in this barren wasteland, myheart stops suddenly.With irreverence of unavailability,it is tossed aside, the by-productof betrayal…
Oblivious to all around who are being disciplined, a little puppy insists on trying to pick up a softball in his little baby puppy mouth.
It didn’t need a comedian or a script, it was just one of life’ funny moments to enjoy while it was happening.Years later to remember with laughter, filling my mind.Maybe not remembering the puppy’s name is Daisy, but her memory and what she looks like when she’s playing are forever etched into my brain.