Sep 2017
I carry many suitcase of quotes
begging to be transformed into post.
They come to my table
so I may eat from their insights.
So I choose to first feel their music in heart,
then with fingertips that dance on keyboard, I explode in the energy of creation.
End result a posting
on sight where readers faces are veiled,
But I feel their hearts echo.
begging to be transformed into post.
They come to my table
so I may eat from their insights.
So I choose to first feel their music in heart,
then with fingertips that dance on keyboard, I explode in the energy of creation.
End result a posting
on sight where readers faces are veiled,
But I feel their hearts echo.
just a silly vision I had of a suitcase of quotes that I carry around so I turned into a poem on this new day where poems fly into heart.
