"Poems are never finished - just abandoned"
Paul Valery
The ink started through the pen
even as it drenched parched lands
After a tempest of stormy thoughts
The respite in words.... emotions calmed
Another season of agape love begins
being written.... without end
Written for Poets and Storytellers United
Friday Writings #94: Storm, Ink, Love
The stretch along the mountain road
a strenuous arduous climb it be
Expectations of dreams a mind aboard
with streaking silvers along the valley
Pretty blossoms along the way
the emerald fields below
the splendorous orange sky
the melody blowing from a far
Love touched upon my dreamy heart
from beyond the walls of the sky
The heavens silent grace
and a gentle shower come by
In time true my blissful reverie
before a reality it can be
Here upon I prepare an enactment
in the mind before the journey
Written for Friday Writings #91: Muscle Memory
To embark on a journey to some faraway mountains of a dream I soon hope to fulfill , Magaly's prompt came in time to sharpen my claws, exercise my mind and body .