You...
To me...
Are the essence,
of the earth mother...
As you watch over your pond,
with an easy, laidback, grace..
and help us see it grow and
chart it's every, every season.
Turtles, weeds and all...
I adore the fact, that you,
write love with an earthy lust
And you lust with an earthy abandon....
You have an intelligence,
That always expands my mind
All the way over there
on the other upside...
You and I share old friends
Writers of art,
livers of life.
those who mark....
and make the small moments large
Yet, I know you not...
but fervently wish
We could sit and pass time
Over tea or coffee..
You are one of many....
Who write voraciously
With life and passion in your pen
But so too,
You are one of the few
Who I go to read ....again and again.
So I thank you...
My very own female
Walden...
For the lessons
of the earth, life, loving
and humbly implore you
write again and again..
Til the world stops turning...
Then....just write it's begining again...
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
You...
To me...
Are the essence,
of the earth mother...
As you watch over your pond,
with an easy, laidback, grace..
and help us see it grow and
chart it's every, every season.
Turtles, weeds and all...
I adore the fact, that you,
write love with an earthy lust
And you lust with an earthy abandon....
You have an intelligence,
That always expands my mind
All the way over there
on the other upside...
You and I share old friends
Writers of art,
livers of life.
those who mark....
and make the small moments large
Yet, I know you not...
but fervently wish
We could sit and pass time
Over tea or coffee..
You are one of many....
Who write voraciously
With life and passion in your pen
But so too,
You are one of the few
Who I go to read ....again and again.
So I thank you...
My very own female
Walden...
For the lessons
of the earth, life, loving
and humbly implore you
write again and again..
Til the world stops turning...
Then....just write it's begining again...
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