she feels me
like the quill feels the paper
our thoughts flow like blacken ink
upon the page,
emotions pouring out the passions of our dreams.
Or rambling song-
She is my poet sister, my literary bond.
we feel the same
but only different
we’ve fussed, and whispered
cried and laughed…
had days of joy
witnessed the sad
our steps have taken different paths,
some words flow short,
some words flow long,
as if from one, like we belong.
she is my poet sister.. my literary bond.
words swirl round
like fairy dust
glistening in the windows of those who pause to
peruse the visual thoughts
passions, causes and love…
these… some scribbled jottings…
of what once was.
of familiar drink, and familiar song
miles apart, yet close in heart
never ever meeting,
yet seeing as one-
She is my poet sister. my literary bond.
BE A ROSE
Life is too short.
It seems sometimes like we all focus on the wrong things these days.
Forgetting what’s most important in life…
Family, Health, Laughter.
Never really giving ourselves time ~
For time to catch up with us.
We no longer stop to smell the roses,
Because no one is planting roses…
Today is different…
Today is YOUR day…
Plant a rose
So What Is It About Me?
This Unseen Magnetism…
I Seem To Possess?
There are times, perhaps I don’t fully understand myself. But I must say, I have found this to be a most wonderful discovery of self. Many lessons have been learned... Many experiences will be shared… Much wisdom has been gained… I’d like to share a bit of mine with you here.
The making of me…
We could go back, to another time. To the beginning. But neither you, nor I have come here to this page for that. I have reserved another space for that perusal. Please feel free to enjoy it at your leisure. Rather what I’d like to share here is a little something you can take with you. Although, a great many of these pearls of wisdom will come from personal experiences and apply only to me and my given situation and time…
‘I do hope you find what you seek here.’
More to come…