You're not just your stories - your trials, your tribulations. You're not just the last word uttered in anger and disbelief. You're not just the dust from your last fall. You're the whisper in the trees' leaves blown by the gentle breeze. You're the shoreline washed over by the sea foam wave. You're the mountain and the mountaintop. The buzzing of the bees' wings gathering pollen from the nectar of the garden's blessings. You are the sun rays breaking through the clouds as the angels sing. The lotus flower floating slowly through the muddy pond as if you aren't even moving. You are everything the world told you you weren't; You are capable of all the power and the gentleness of nature wielding a force of beauty.
I didn’t realize that you wrote so much poetry. You seem past the need for rhyme. As a songwriter, I do need the rhyme device quite a lot. Still, quite a lot of abstract (for lack of a better word) poetry lends itself to melody and background tunes. Keep it up. The two poems I’ve read today are great. Keep up the good work.
Thank you, Mark. I appreciate you reading them and taking the time to comment. As I know you as a great artist, your words inspire me to continue.
Beautiful words and well said.❤️