Sustenance Rekindled

It wasn’t the knowledge of stability –chaos had the upper hand back then.It wasn’t even that love was expressed –unconditional an unheard of concept It was an unspoken presencethe reassurance of rocksthe irrepressible allureof a freshwater stream How a child’s heart found encouragementin the whispering windsolace in arbored shelter Naturally the din of home lifeoverpowered […]

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Be Present

No path would blossom if summers were about poetry – a colder vine leaving me water. Must let earth & animal use this pure and wild air – listen for dusk. (I’m not running a weekly challenge, but I am inviting others to join me in playing Magnetic Poetry online. ¬†For details click here.)

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