grace

                          yes

there is letting go

the while

my heart is ebullient

emergent 

listen

rain becomes rivers

becomes oceans

becomes laughter and doing

painting walls

planting seeds

marshaling monuments

of tiny words

listen

a flask the fates had fastened

opened on a laggard's thirst

while my tenacious farm girl

kept the hungry graves at bay

stretching

stretching

Reviews

[Relic]

Possibilities combined with energy can change the dynamics of what is. Suddenly oceans, a wide sky, and freedom become tangible, become lighter to hold, become happiness. I see metaphors and possible symbolism here that can only be written by you.

Always worth the read.

[Ed Hart]

you always sing in perfect tune...thank you

[SkinlessFrank]

There IS grace...and flasks that fate rewards to them that so live in this way....wonderful

[Ed Hart]

it's the name of a door, the breeze is fresh...it's the name of a gift, and so is she...thank you

[. serah .]

-- i love, adore and admire the farm girl... she's the best... she inspires spectacular poetry...

[Ed Hart]

thank you serah...you know i count on you to turn the lights on my page

[. serah .]

-- the privilege is all mine, Maestro Ed... -- you're a sparkling solitaire... i bask in your light...