Questioning tomorrow before discovering yesterday’s hours still lie unread........
That I might sit by the window waiting to live all my days on the edge of this I write. Within the quality of a voice falling on every word I hear in my heart, full of colorful passion and light.
By me, many things still breathe encircling to rise inside meanings I find when waking, bringing tears of joyful destiny. Their beauty reveals who I am in blissful shades of ink-filled ecstasy.
These true feelings run deep waves sweetly falling from the hands of my muse. This I have always known. Reflecting sudden stirrings of my mood in winds that move these hands of my own.
Should I become something new perhaps a silent beauty sitting here mulling words over in her head. Questioning tomorrow before discovering yesterday’s hours still lie unread.
I've read your requests and this poem stands out. It moves as gentle as the soul who penned it. I feel its sway as it enters my mind, soothing the heart within me. Your poetry is beautiful and I love to find your words cascading over my soul. Its like your spirit wipes away the tears on my face relieving the pains of a tired life.
Full of beautiful sentences to ponder...Once again, the picture is really great! :)))
I've always loved the pictures you put on your writings! Well done... :)))
This Poem reminds me of how my Granny used to sit in her rocker and tell me stories of her youth. She was in her nineties at the time. She past away in 1972 at age 101
A woman debating between being what is known and accepted or being what is unique and questionable, between solving every problem or living every moment. Where does the answer lie but within her own thoughts of yesterday.
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