Come blow your horn
Tag: truth
I Suppose
Where do you place broken pieces of color?
I suppose I will one day display them with pride
until then I’ll hide them
beneath my mosaic collar
Innocent eyes
soothing words of comfort
a fast beating heart
slowly connects
rhythms of two
become one pulse
A Roller Coaster Ride
…Everyday I see him I say “I love you” because tomorrow is always uncertain.
Claimed
Drop and go without care for what you placed over there
Live & Die
Tenderness cradles the fragile
Breath so sweet with breast
Shackled
Shackled to a love that drives a need
Rivers
Gliding wings feed on its generous bounty
Sustaining life to feet foraging the muddy banks
Every Storm Passes
Every storm passes is old wisdom that stands relevant for every generation.
Pigeon Forge, TN
The smokey Mountains are beautiful.