Through the crinkles of time These telling cracks Hold my body Together. With all it’s wear and tear The beauty within Exudes. I stand up tall, Claim my place, Here In this tick of the clock. ***This poem was Inspired by a beautiful vase from The Alchemist's Studio
Let me live amongst the clouds. Airy and light, Everything has to be right.
By the time You decide It’s too late. Universe, Please, don’t let that be my fate.
As the branch bends, The bud pops. I slide down each arm of life, Stopping. Breathing in it’s new beginning. The old stem has come back, alive. Once again Anew with joy Perky toward the sky. I linger Hoping It’s vitality Will seep into me. As the bud pops, I smell sweet life Fresh in … Continue reading The Bud Pops – April 9, 2019
The lonely leaf tumbles by. Flittering through life Not knowing which answer to give, Or what emotion to display. Moving along at whatever pace the wind blows.
As I motor through the realm of space and time, Gliding over the rolling hills of clouds, Inside the bluest brightest sky, Where the air is crisp, biting at my cheeks, Is she up here? Will I see her bicycling by? As I sit and wait for her grand appearance, My mind is a vessel … Continue reading Space and Time – April 2, 2019
Does the world seem too big? Am I speaking out loud? My voice seems to be lost in the static.