Sometimes quickly over rocks with ripples and waves, Moving so swiftly I get lost and afraid. At times it slows, spreading deep and wide, Touching places unknown, feeling peace inside. As the river bends and winds I go to and fro, Joined by streams and rains, as I learn and grow. I give of myselfContinue reading “My thoughts move like water…”
Always Believing, Constantly Deceiving, Ever, Forever, Grieving; Holding Implications, Just Knowing Lamentations, Making Numerous Odd Provocations; Questionable Reasons, Sovereign Treason, Understanding Valiance, Waning Xistence, Yet Zealous. I would love some comments on this one. I’d especially like to know if anyone notices the … shall we say “theme”?
Rain itself is a poem – Sounds that are rhyming, Rhythmic timing, Dark and foreboding or sweet and endearing. It can be touching and light, Or it may drench us like So many tears. Short and sweet – A cloud burst; Or it may be the worst Storm we have seen. Interpreted differently, It mayContinue reading “Rain is a Poem”