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Remember the tunes of yesterday and let the music carry you away
to another place, another time where the sun is warm and so divine
Let the notes carry you through the winds of another dimension
join the air that swings between the stars at night and be the breeze
Come to the river and bathe in its calming waters like the swan,  
then flow into the ripples of the lake and let your shoulders fall...
Here comes the color of peace riding  on the waves, its here for you
so sit down beside the blue and stay a while, let the music play on
while the melody joins the movement of the air.  Relax and be steady;  
Remember the tunes of yesterday and let the music  remind you
of a  time when life was slow and nature was healthy and bountiful.
Bring back the memories of your favorite song, and let your eyes smile
Come to the river, bathe in the waters , show up and stay a while .
I am a writer; it has taken me decades to admit that about myself. I use poetry to excavate meaning, to express love, to appreciate human frailty. I wish to share and celebrate these emotional moments with other writers and grow within a community.

South City Lady 2h
residue
truth leaks between words
when solitude bends
& cradles the past we are
always a child
within the recesses
of a smile  the sinner
kneeling before the altar
of our saint we are
sands of time adrift
in a storm never recollecting

each caught between
nail beds and wisps of hair
tied in ribbons of distant youth
we are mirrors cracked
& misshapen
seldom self reflecting
for fear that if we silence
the noise too long
we'll be caught
listening to sobs
of rain collecting
in gutters heaving

with resistance
an ever aching
reverberation
who have I become
who have
I
        become?
#maturity #reflection
South City Lady
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South City Lady  49/F
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vienna bombardieri  Your writing is full of honesty and revealing phrases that I admire. You show great maturity in your writing dear South City Lady, Keep u the great writes. Blessings.

first day
Sitting in the faculty lot
thinking how I'm as nervous
Turtles are amazing reptile species both resilient and wonderfully slow
they endure all kinds of changes & survive in many kinds of weather
Retracting their heads right inside when they sense danger  is normal  
sort of like us when we feel threatened we run to our safety hiding zone  
Our hearts are attached to our bodies like the shell is attached to the turtle,  the shells of most turtles are composed of layers of keratin
resembling the protein on our finger nails.
Take life slow and  enjoy it, When you move quickly  more is accomplished, more is diminished
Slow-moving reptiles with cold-blooded metabolisms live longer lives
we too can slow down life by looking at things & people differently
Watch the way the light is cast on a flower, realize the value of looking
Choose your footsteps with intent take them to your heart and breathe
Even if turtles lay lots of eggs , we give birth one babe at a time
so spend time with your children, let them know they're loved everyday
Sign up for meditation, or just walk like a turtle in your favorite spot
turtles are smart creatures that know life is short so please don't abbreviate it,  LIVE IT WITH PURPOSE, NICE AND SLOW ...
Some people seem to think that love is just for play
an eccentric emotion that ignites the senses for a while
so when it gets too complicated or think it out of style
they thrash the heart as if it were an ***** made of clay
While some believe it can't outlast euphoria of lust
others choose a paring knife aggressing it with carves  
Setting small fires round town they love to play  
over hot irons of passion, while love slowly starves;
Some people are given a fine bow and a good violin
from the start, others look from the sideline but never go in;
I for one would trade my last piece of bread for love,
if treated right by one and other it becomes a turtle dove;    

Some people seem to think that love is just for play,
I for one would give away my heart for ONE, Devotional allay.
MORNING HAS BROKEN OVER THE HORIZON TODAY
GATHERING THE STARS OF YESTERDAY  
SOFTLY LANDING ON MY PATIO THE FEATHERDUSTED
MEMORIES OF THEIR SHINE BECOME EVENING LIGHT;
MOONBEAMS APPEAR  AND MYSTERIES GATHER ROUND
I QUESTION GODS METHODS BUT OH I NEVER DOUBT  
THAT HIS MERCY AND LOVE CAN GET ME THROUGH
ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER NIGHT ...
DUSK HAS SEVERED MY FEARS , TAKEN ME HOME
TO WHERE THE WILD HORSES RUN
I LOSE MYSELF IN THE MOMENTUM OF TIME AND RETRACE
MORNING HAS BROKEN OVER THE HORIZON ONCE AGAIN
GATHERING THE LUMINOUS STARS OF YESTERDAY.
Once upon a time a dream  was etched in gold
airbrushed in passion both strong and warm
then one day you died and left me to grow old
without your living light death took me by storm
Down to the bottom of the sea I went, slowly
like a sinking rock that never met cuvette
floating in amniotic fluid in my own  debris
I found that I had lost the diamond of my get;  
"Take  me in"  I asked the sea with whimper plea
but in its spewing foam I  sank more and more
sinking with despair I fell into the deep blue sea,  
recalling just how much I loved you, to the core.  

August 10, 2020
She sat wedged between majestic trees of beauty and style
sidled in a labyrinth of Faith and exactitude
The day was damp, I could smell the earth beneath my feet
and only God knew where the angels were that very moment,
as she cried tears of water and human petrichor;
My heart was filled with a deep compassion for her as she wept
I joined her in the water dance of mercy and love, unrationed
Her eyes became alive with a deep color of fire and amber
as she exuded energy that could only be expressed through awe
I lunged for a moment of communion with her and the
whole world fell away at our feet....
The message came hours later, when I stood in silence
at the window of my soul...
"FAITH IS NOT A LOGICAL EXPERIENCE ,
BUT A CONVICTION OF THE HEART"
One rainy day as I stood in front of the Blessed ****** Mary
surrounded by nature and rain, I experienced something
that was to remain in my heart forever.

originally written in 2018
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