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Somewhere between the here and now lies a place forever, where I stand with you in the morning sun beside a waterfall and watch the river of creation flow gently to the sea .

To take you in the water like a nymph all dressed in dew , while our sprits soar to mountain tops to fly with eagles and climb with ewes . In love is an eternity that cannot be concealed , but no matter what you say of it it’s only what you feel .
 Mar 2021 shamamama
SCHEDAR
The mark of a true artist
is simply,
if they are not creating,
they are falling apart
 Mar 2021 shamamama
Diana
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
 Mar 2021 shamamama
tayo
Shall I?
 Mar 2021 shamamama
tayo
Groomed stallion with strap-in saddle.

Sure footed on paved path.

Rein in hand.

Shall I let her wander?

...

@incognitaio
This is me freeing my mind. Letting go of all creative hinderance, fear of failure and overly catering to other people's opinion.
Like
Fairytales
Happily ever after
Dragons flew while spitting fire
And unicorns were born
long ago in ancient stories
Life will go on
with love, pain and sorrow.
Not like in a  fairytale!!

Shell ✨🐚
Life is not a fairytale
Verse is but a vehicle
to where my words are bound

The cargo much more precious
than structure that surrounds

The driving force empowered,
hands firm upon the wheel

The road to ever open up
—with all I say and feel

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
Civilization will disappear when poverty hits human intellect.
The movements
and tides of my visceral
life endure as I am forced
forward.  

Prone to the changes
of daylight's only task,
I open to the sun as a turtle
opens to the tidepool.

The future is a wash as
it morphs from my bellied
stature. The past is
a life splayed by the nights
of your flesh. I roll with the
memory of
your voice.  

I linger on your
shore.


Caroline Shank
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