I have venturedinto your atmosphereslipped my skinyour skinand discovereda universethoughtsemotionsbeliefsblendinginto a physical danceof light and shadownuances of colourdelineating life At our corewe are lightleaning into mysterycellular interpretationsof a symphonywe cannot hear Compassion extendedmind alteredwe meld. (Melding first appeared here June, 2020. Image my own)
Supper dishes abandoned,we cruise the backroads,destination: river’s edge A muskrat creates ripplesdistorting mirror imagesdisappears into murky unknown A canoe glides by, occupant a silhouettein the golden sun’s descent We linger in the warmthof the fading glow, celebratingsummer’s gracious moments. (Image my own)
There are shores that remainever-etched upon my heart –emotional tides that tugand carry me, currentsof past revelations – I remember drowningin the swells of lonelinessalways the outsider, the grainsof this sentimentalitystill shredding my adult soul. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
VJ, great pic, alliterative title and nice poem. Those “flirtatious Susans.” Love it, Keith
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Thanks Keith!
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Love. I can hear myself reciting this to my Susan’s in the garden.
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Thanks Heather.
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A pleasure.
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Your poem is a perfect description! So lovely V.J.! ❤
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Thank you, Deborah.
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