Seems we never give our - self lightly... its always with a "HUZZAH!!" and bursting stars and sparklers and sound waves that just wash our existence from our very breath!
Hearts literally skip and minds go blank and mouths so fall ...open and eyes... damn the eyes - they always glisten in such - depth of wishing, hoping, dreaming... begging... needing...
I really wonder why you dislike Tuesdays, Chris, for me Wednesdays are much worse. I look forward to Tuesdays, because I often find another piece from you that is well worth reading. Well, if we are going to give of ourselves, no sense going halfway. But...it does get hard sometimes.
too many I think try to make much of little with tonnage of verbage. wonderful to have a small perfect thing to hold in your heart whole and compleat to contemplate like the colors of a butterflys' wing as it lands in the palm of your hand.
Damn, thought this going to be about insects. Nevertheless, it sums up what I'm thinking - wishing, hoping and dreaming. All one could ever need in a poem. Thanks.
"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so.
"Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020
I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..