Thoughts, feelings, words burn within my soul and yearn to spill forth from my fingertips in the form of poetry...
i hope mine never stop...i like the thought of them as butterflies...butterflies are really cool...have fun catching them...smiles.
Oh, I do love catching them and watching as they fit together to form a poem! Thanks Brian for coming by.
May it never hide and stop flowing ~ Enjoyed the visit ~
It won't stop it... not if I can help it! Thanks Heaven for coming by and reading!
Great imagery!
catching, collecting, connecting...i like...and also the image of the butterfly...so much beauty in them..
Yes! Butterflies... words, both filled with so much beauty! Thanks Claudia
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We live by words. They are the air we breathe, the skin and bone of our lives. We eat and drink them. May they always be faithful to you.
Beautiful words... Thank you very much Charles!
Your poem accommodates your intro - all the art of you making your own poetry -- delicate, private, part of you, the place where you escape into something or someone else and happy to have it accepted as if flown from you by butterflies. Lovely.
To have great poets... there must be great audiences ~ Walt WhitmanThank you for being that audience!
i hope mine never stop...i like the thought of them as butterflies...butterflies are really cool...have fun catching them...smiles.
ReplyDeleteOh, I do love catching them and watching as they fit together to form a poem! Thanks Brian for coming by.
DeleteMay it never hide and stop flowing ~ Enjoyed the visit ~
ReplyDeleteIt won't stop it... not if I can help it! Thanks Heaven for coming by and reading!
DeleteGreat imagery!
ReplyDeletecatching, collecting, connecting...i like...and also the image of the butterfly...so much beauty in them..
ReplyDeleteYes! Butterflies... words, both filled with so much beauty! Thanks Claudia
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ReplyDeleteThanks! I appreciate you stopping by and leaving a comment.
DeleteWe live by words. They are the air we breathe, the skin and bone of our lives. We eat and drink them. May they always be faithful to you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words... Thank you very much Charles!
DeleteYour poem accommodates your intro - all the art of you making your own poetry -- delicate, private, part of you, the place where you escape into something or someone else and happy to have it accepted as if flown from you by butterflies. Lovely.
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