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 .
It matters
yet let it still not matter
and may be it won't either
And if at all
let me be free enough
abandoning myself
to the momentary frivilousnes
of some eccentric thoughts
and let the strange peace of
idiosyncratic thoughts
soothen my being a particle in time
For sometimes life is such
as to wanting vehemently
yet not wanting fervently enough
That which keep weighing
one over the other
We live the strangest paradoxes
abandoning the greatly needed
cause the unrest, cause the chaos
Yet I'm glad today
a bit more than yesterday
for once I'm truly what I say
for once I am what I am today
My heart, soul, listening
to each other's musings
Knowing life couldn't be
any other way
Accepting ...fulfilling ...
my dreams, in my own way
As much as it takes courage
to move forward
So much so a courage
to step backward
May no one ever judge
Let my heart be
for all you to see
Let my silence be
for the one who understands
the depths of a sea
For it matters
and it matters not
