I am in love with the rain.
Because for once
The world is soft.
It's harsh edges blur,
Neon lights melding together into a soft pastel.
The grime of every day life is washed away,
And for one perfect moment
The air smells new.
So much beauty comes from a planet
Soaked in its own tears.
It is a gentle reminder:
Even Mother Nature falls to her knees.
But she always manages to get back up
And deliver the sun.

We writers are all are weavers making a tapestry of gold threads of words.
Hikers moving upon mountains of words.
We are construction workers building skyscrapers of phases.
We are in front of a parade with our baton of pens to lead with prose.
We are cooks making a deliciousness for people to digest.
We are all inventors like Edison lighting hearts for people to see.
We are part of a creative force blessed by
Life to transmute life.

A poet decorates the stage of life with their verses. They enhance the scenery for perspective with thei prose. They travel in hearts/mind to gowhere no man has gone before. They then come back with a golden map of new horizons to rest an open eye. Hurray for the writer. A gift to humanity.

shattered bones
and i was drunk
i put my phone away
to watch the ghosts
come for me
lost my voice
saying goodbye
and there was nothing
left to write
at the end of summer
when time is slowed
and nothing grows

Her poetry is a wrist continuously weeping
Emending fallacy of her bare actual being
Liturgy of her demurring heart screams
Perhaps a pellucid précis of sodality's grim

Moreover, never did the words pierced thee
Ephipany to her cloaked cry, 'tis ought to be

If my verses give another reason to smile, trust, and believe in the vast universe and that we’re not alone than I will rest better knowing I did well to scribe with purpose.

If my poetry makes another laugh, or sigh, or even stop and move in their truth as divine being of light and love than, I have succeeded to aid one heart at a time.

If my phases excite and give another, room to recall
their greatness and not stay too long in shadows of the dark,
than my title as writer will stay intact.

If my poems empower others to know who they are
to celebrated and face their fears gallantly with dreams and hope than, I will walk feeling my heart open and wings spread.

If my work infused with love penetrates and cradles with words to give insight and encouragement than, I have for-filled my contract as light worker to reset the world for peace.


StarBG © 2017

fast

the way that my heart beats around you
the way our culture likes things done
the fast gets there early
the early bird always wins
i was always rushing looking for things

never thought i could learn something different
but then i met you and now i understand
how beautiful the world could be

slow

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