Maine, USA My muse will fly again, is beginning to dance, and I will return as writer/reader/responder.
I still love the generous HP community. Giving and receiving immediate response brings a unique aliveness to the poetry. 265 followers / 6.4k words
on knees all day I pray ******* newborn shoots ****** vibrant from my earth nurturing roots in darkness soothing love moist mantle under sun benign* *expanding joy in growth
flowers close at night all silent open wide when warm sun light humans breathe in no such rhythm in our walls electric blight earth rest cycle we deny and never mind the moon and tide continuing agenda must dance weariness to override until at last relief delivered maybe it comes all too soon wisdom or the swoon of illness finally we enter stillness
As critic rails self doubt prevails exhausting weight a sorry fate Sweet muse must hide from caustic thought this lonely ride illusion fraught In this day offered gift of choice to which aspect the thrill of voice ? Or shall I hide in self thought shame ? glad or mad distraught the game If thought begets and love makes shine what is to lose by claiming mine...? **the dream I came to live for
moved all day satisfied with fragrant daffodil bouquet cooked with honey loved his wrist after dinner goodnight kissed but night is silent I want more not to do but feel satisfied doesn't last