First Line: The Most Popular Words on HP

those  selected below, are copied from the current top line of the Words section on HP,  which I believe, represent the most often used/“popular” words on the site.

love      time      heart      life      eyes      feel      day      
mind      night      things      left      find      long

when  I find love next time, and the next time,
the heart that has powered this life,
will avoid the trapping eyes that initialize the
first feel, the first contact, those things that are
the mind seducers, whether,
one, if by day
two, if by night

which is it?
love is blind, but we all dream of love at first sight!

which’s why, I’ve left the world of find,
long ago, deciding that love will find me in its own
peculiar time, way, method, until that occurs,
dreaming of that happenstance will inspire
a poem of the day, each day,
until time postpones either my
heart or mind, my senses, or the search is concluded,
which will most likely be through my jewels,

my very own words

I am

Waiting

In earnest

To see what comes next



I am

Entrenched

Almost rigid

As the urge rises


I am

Uncertain

Desperately seeking

Yet, I see no end to where I am



I am

Luckily lucky

Forevermore grateful

Her body’s poetry keeps me grounded


I am

Yet,

Stronger

Slowly smiles

You think I could be the one


I am

Imperfectly perfect

Yet,

I am

bright and warm like the sun in the sky
In your eyes


I am

Joyful

Sunlight beaming

You beautifully brighten up my day



I am

Still

Quietly reflects

On our special moment

From time to time



I am

Refreshed

Eagerly awaits

To move forward once more you asked



I am

But,

Exactly

Who and where

I am supposed to be



I am

In her tight embrace,  in love

A bond that cannot chip away nor be described
In simple words



Darling

I am

Loved

But,
Every chance I get to express myself poetically I take. But the truth is my heart belongs to nature,where the bird’s my stereo, the ocean’s my mirror, the trees my home and where my heart kept bubble wrapping for my safe keeping. Therefore I’m not a big fan of social media,  and I’m sort of shy, startling isn’t it lol. Though it hurts at times , sometimes I silence my voice and I hide from the world often ..behind a wall of ink , in the back of a crowded page near the exit ,close to the end of every story so I can make my escape ..seems like I’m always in the shadow  of my mind, unless I’m obliged into the light whose melody from time to time ( in my French accent ;) ) entices me to come out from behind the wall,to bleed my songs of enlightenment for those who need it. Those who may not be able to sing beautifully as always in the moment of pain, sadness, sickness, darkness and to uplift those considered to be defenseless when all roads turns to black,  literally. Where I share little bits of pieces of my personality and spirit to put a smile on their faces. Where Everything is Art, everything is poetry starting with myself. Only time I know how to take flight , and be free!

My son always surprises me...
and is way more brilliant
than I ever was... especially at that age.
Out of nowhere the other night he says
"You know we are all connected" and I say
"How do you mean?"
I can see the wheel just a turning in his pretty
little head and he says "we are related...all brothers
and sisters in this world." I agree with him and say "so
why do you think everyone fights so much?" and
without missing a beat he says "because they haven't
figured it out yet" <3