Figuratively skating about, jumping and landing between
rhythm and poetry.
Alive with sensations of silent power, anticipating great
literature when finished, experiencing creative talent born within each time I write.
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Leaving this world soon, looking
Beset by confusing feelings of leavingfamily and friends.Resisting the urge of wayward temptationsto take my life and give it away withoutrecalling it for any reason, other thanfamily.Sorrow confiscating every motion of tide,slipping beneath my mind, escaping thisfeckless life with aspirations of becominginvisible, disappearing into a future withno pain or suffering.Completely being assumed into another plain.(2/15/13)
Twirling into future impressions, forming and creating
to live my life as before.Living has been filled with many scores and entitiesappearing and disappearing into visions of total recall.Plenty of moments have rerun themselves into an ageless monument of life and it’s astounding treasures, carryingme into canyons of tomorrow.
Prickly pear cacti sitting in a little triangular space, relocated there from their natural habitat in the Arizona desert.
Careless people, uncaring of the environment, also placing native plants, trees and cacti in harm’s way.
Hug me like it’s the last time you will hug me.
Imprint it onto my soul, so no matter how far we arefrom each other, we will find one another again ineternity – soul to soul.
Sending messages of caring to young ones through poetry and taking time to play and talk to them.
A wonderful way to share their little joys through poetry.