From within, a static infliction in all my cellslids soft, heart nearly stillslow, deep breath.Am I breathing or is it you breathing for me?One breath of life, percolating, bubbling from bottom to top. Out of the barn, a cleaner purer … Continue reading
Tricked. I’ve caught onto your tricks,all of them,every single one. Undigested. Engorged,amplified.it’s the teeny,tinytediousnessthat leads to the grander,and eventually the grandiose. Unsettled. Tackle what you can along the way,it’s all coming together,amping up the fortitudemending up the fray. Called. Beguiled … Continue reading
Upon our dawning, divergent pathsa long way on, light of daywhere the heart aches, stolen nightsapart from us on many eves, a valediction…a place no one would ever believea divergent evolution no doubt. all that you build, crumblesall that you … Continue reading
There’s no doubt nature does a body good, but what can it do for the coif? Apparently, it rubs off on our hairdo as well. Rounded and tightly coiled and oh so magnificent! Who wore it best, girlfriend or the … Continue reading
A striking cobalt swells and impregnates everything above the horizon just before the darkness. Anyone else notice this bit of an enhancer as of late? I am a fan of both the hues and the energy just before nightfall. It’s … Continue reading
A-dios. The past,closed.finito.no entry. Along with it, woes. Longed-for. In multitude, gratitude.depth.bliss.much needed, beauty.Illuminating the universe, you and me. Felt,and knownfor some timea single tone,for all to resonate with to orchestrate the most glorious symphony ever to be heard.
She’s still at it. Pecking away to the tune of her own brilliance. Still can’t figure out, a week into it, if she’s vocal about something or simply singing to her own melody and worshipping no one or anything other … Continue reading
“I can’t speak for elsewhere, but here on Earth we’ve got a fair supply of everything…There may be comparable places elsewhere, but no one thinks they’re beautiful.” – Wislawa Szymborska A blink of an insight, yet what a tribute to … Continue reading
The reoccurring theme of gloom looming in on us may seem prudent, but is it really? There’s a saying, never let a crisis go to waste, while I’m not against preparations and arranging your ducks in a row, I prefer … Continue reading
In case you were wondering glorious soul, I have one dance left. I didn’t receive the benediction of a singing voice but in my post-midnight melee, I just might try. One things for certain I will always have one dance … Continue reading
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