The pursuit of truth eventually asks a choice be taken to continue while always haunted of not taken. This poem reflects such an experience.
Writing poetry is an adventure with creativity. This poet questions losing the creative energy provided by a muse's inspiration as he learns rules of poetry. There is contrast presented with verse.
Imagery inspires a journey of verse becoming a journey itself. Upon arrival a discovery is arrived upon.
Adult coloring is an emerging and growing trend gaining great popularity. Everyone from students to stay-at-home moms, and professionals to do this form or artwork today.
Poetry is inspired. The heart listens while the soul whispers. The mind aware acts with care. The body responds pen in hand upon scroll. Arrives is poem sharing meaning.
At times travel wearies not the bones, not the soul, but the hustle and bustle of busyness. Welcomed are moments not of purposeful nor of reason. One notices mystery's mysticism of tranquil.
Some mornings a poet rises with the break of dawn as twilight lost between night and day. Cast are shadows darkening the pathway, until . . .
Poetry is art and it is art form. It is format and form. Poetry changes with time as it is read with time. Poetry is a friend of memories. Memories change just like our friends. That’s life.
You purchased a beautiful concrete birdbath. The family is excited expecting feathered friends visiting soon. Keeping the birdbath level can be a chore. Here is a way to level it and keep it level.
A text = 5 seconds. Texting uses sight, touch, and hearing. So does driving! We drive distances in a time period = MPH. How fast are our senses? How fast do we know what was sensed? How far is that?