So much longing standing the test of time through all the years of being together.
Listening to interior whispers of inane thoughts, spoken byother people, neglecting to let them get any closer or touchus with their negativity.
in the same manner for all time.Special interpretations design themselves into tomes of listeningpoetry, climbing walls of libraries, hoping to reach a wider scopeof readers.Intellect attracting many major portions through lifted pages ofspirituality.Always moving into the next format, like a video playing incessantly.
Tears streaming down my face like tinseldown the tree.Ever flowing – always knowing – the sadnesslying behind decorations hanging everywhere –no Mom to share them with.No Mom here to make it a happy occasion.Her smile has faded from my sight and liessleeping in my mind.When it is awakened, it brings a new flood oftears.How can…
life and it’s sordid journeys.Life-catching gazes, stirring clouds of interiorsolitude, creating joyful sadness in moments ofsilence throughout poetry.
Keeping discretion on the sidelines, waiting to overstep boundaries placed by others, forfeiting ordinary strides, while entertaining creative challenges.