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“Poetry, Language Of The Soul” – 1st Blog Post

My Poetry is the language in which my soul speaks. “Think, Feel, Be.”… I created this blog, to share my poetry. Who knows? Maybe it may also encourage people to “WRITE!” “Everyone Is A Poet!” I hope to touch a soul and or heart, light the proverbial spark and remind us all of who we are.

“Namaste & One Love”💖💛💚

“Is This Me?…”
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Dancing & soaring effortlessly
Like a butterfly, free from it’s cocoon
Or a rose petal, finally in full bloom
watching the seasons, like a migratory bird
Floating on the Soul of words

Created & designed, from the beginning of time

Is This Me?…

YES!

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“How Do I Express This To You?”

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How Do I Express This To You?

How do I express this to you,
The way that you make me feel?
To confront old feelings, that never died & are real.

Fearing the combination, anytime you are near,
That causes me to dissolve and suddenly disappear.
How do I express this to you?

When you look at me, it takes me by surprise,
You smile and I can see your love for me in your eyes.
You make life worth living & it confirms that true love never dies.
How do I express this to you?

To fuss over you, making sure you’re alright,
These are the things that make my soul bright.
A love & a bond put together by, “Starlight”…
How do I express this to you?

Being yours & you being mine,
Growing old with you forever, through all passages of time.
You’re my heartbeat. Without you? I’d flat-line…
How do I express this to you?

*Inspired by a connection that true love designed & created… I am a very expressive individual. However, when it comes to how my heart works, I tend to keep that to myself. I am grateful to have poetry, in which I am able to express and share the language that my soul speaks, that my lips may not.

“No Changes”

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NO CHANGES

You didn’t want to change.

Instead, you wanted to continue to lay the blame,

That I was reacting to my past & residual pains…

So, there was nothing more, that I could do.

 

It was driving me insane,

As I retreated within my own brain, to protect myself from you.

But I laugh & I grin, as my thoughts no longer spin…

It wasn’t me, “It Was Him!” – He clearly stated, he was simply too old to change.

 

You are right, this is your life, but I cannot be your wife,

For I have nothing for you to prove.

Saddening reality that it was, this powerful thing called love,

So, I left…And left the “No Changes”, with you.