Wednesday, April 24, 2013

writer within

(Finally FINALLY feeling better. The winter depression slipping quietly back to sleep as the sun warms the sky. My thyroid labs once again in compliance. My back pain eased up for the moment. So much to write about. Stay tuned.)


*turns on music*

Waits for my soul to sync up with the deep piano.

Feels the swell rise up and take my hands.

Finger to keys I unleash the writer in me.

She has rode wild horses

leaped from planes

She is nothing like me.

She can conjure up mystical worlds

She can conduct your emotions like her own personal orchestra.

Life for her has no sharp edges, everything flows in a slow undulating rhythm.

She feels her power

That is not her shadow that follows her, its her confidence overflowing

She writes to reach you

sending out comforting ripples on the page that reverberate within

wishing she had the power to heal us all

Her words silently saying with there sway

you are not alone

you are not alone

toe aches


leg extends, graceful arch.

head flip

tosss...

She can make you hear the music with her words

She can make your heart beat faster and create a rhythm that your body dances too

cymbal crescendo

tears on command

writer, dancer, dream weaver, emotional vampire sucking your neck with her words

She will touch you without lifting a finger, capture you, scar you without leaving a mark

planting words in your mind and altering  your being by

unlocking her imagination and escorting you in

to frolic and play.


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