Time for a talk, or more for a listen,
I pray as I lay me down to sleep.
My mom’s voice, her face, I crave a vision
To help give me a needed treat.
Continue readingDream Talk
Poetry
Coloring My World
Let it go
Feel the lightness of being
Be now not then
The wonder is here
Here is there and everywhere
Color your world
I’m walking toward a blogging break, coloring my world toward a creative revitalization. How do you color YOUR world? See you in March.
When I Write . . .
When I write I become a svelte, long-lashed, long-haired, long-legged young gypsy.
Well, less gypsy, more fortune teller/spiritualist.
A Witchy Writer’s Incantation
Star bright star light set my broom aside
Let me walk upon the clouds, nothing under me
I need no lift, I need not ask for a flying ride
When creativity is my guide, I am true and free. Continue reading
A Strange Wonderful Writing World in Haiku … and in Five Answers
I view the strange world
a vantage point of distance
Seated at my desk.
Clouds and sunshine peek
Like flirts on a summer’s day
Through the window blind.
Birds sweep with a laugh
Through the orange red branches
I spread my wings too.
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