I’d lost words
But with keen intent
Regained them,
In each breath
Paroxysms of purpose
Direct gusts of wind …
I’d lost words
But with keen intent
Regained them,
In each breath
Paroxysms of purpose
Direct gusts of wind …
Singing in strange lands, pulses shifting,The scent of rain, sap, skin a little different,Our tongues learn new lilting, fresh refrains, How can we sing our songs in these lands?Measures merging; paces, tastes, vibrations,Words echo divergent across mountains,Hollows, oceans, villas, high rise elevations,The reverberations change, some even forgetAnd yet, certain notes and phrases remain Outside and…
I appear to have followers and people have liked a number of my poems. Thank-you :). When I am more awake I will give myself time to read your blogs. Hopefully within the next days. I thought I would welcome you and mention a few things about what I write. I have a strange habit…
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