Gravity has a time to tell us stories. I am walking in the woods of my words.

Lush language dipped in velvet and seeds of experience to share with others.

My Buddy

I see purity
Pushing power
In the words
Of my grandchild
She flies with her thoughts
Her imagination
A language
Of joy
A craziness
That freezes our wonder
Cuts emotion
In cookies of love.

2 comments:

  1. She flies with her thoughts, her imagination a language of joy. This reminds me of your latest painting. Beautiful!

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    1. Thank you for your words and support. To share poetry and creativity for life.

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