Eloquent as the eyes of the ancient soul inside the furry coat. Enchanted presence. We speak of love in deep silence. The cords bright that unite us ignite sense
in a newly opened dimension stories have not degraded, infiltrated squeeze– And moments of my essence have praised words those weighted games of flipping neatly verse
fun. One-sided. My saving grace til now evolves me and I take the leap and how the instantaneous change flowers. Seeds long sown in distant lands rooted here. Feed
the words I bring back overused and trite aim for higher trajectory delight Love’s spun me with intensity and grief. I plunge wholeheartedly. The journey’s brief
and what’s reflected all around: chances inviting you to elegant dances and you in your dirty jeans feel unseen unworthy and you bow, subjugation
trained from birth, enslaved by words. Creation demands: come as you are. Turn off the noise. A single breath with focus conjoins joys. Eloquent as the eyes of the ancient.
Inspired by OctPoWriMo Day 24 prompt millstone, an example of which could be a narrative based solely on propaganda and greed. And when I am grieving that words can so easily enslave, this is my cue to look deeply into me and continue, brave.
After window washers clean the canvas a storm sweeps through and all the plans this crew devised make way for the artist’s loom. Busy all night under the lighted gloom
her web shines under the porch bright, the glow illuminates her spinning deft weft throws. Oh, lucky chance that wakes and drives me out of heartache to gape. She dances through doubt.
My worries ludicrous, now embracing feeling intense grief once stifled, facing the dirty place yesterday sanctified opens emotion’s space I have denied.
Inspired by: Dirty,Emotion, Ludicrous and Declarations of Loveto a busy spider who drew me out of my tangled dreams.Also the deer, eagle, kingfisher and ducks who visited just before I hit publish. Thank you, messengers of love, asking me to be more present.
Featured image: As if the lake knows these are my final days, every morning is a beautiful water color, fleeting, intense, delightful reward for the early riser.