My Favorite Things – A Poem
I touch the sacred gifts from the earth
nourish my soul with their splendour
gather each gem, one at a time.
I touch the sacred gifts from the earth
nourish my soul with their splendour
gather each gem, one at a time.
These graceful ballet dancers hover
on the warm August breeze.
Orchestrations in rural fields and along roadsides
They each remember to arrive at this time every year
Continue reading →Are you having trouble trying to get a poem started?
Does it seem like you are looking at a blank wall when nothing comes into your imagination?
Those are the times when I begin to think in a different way.
Instead of looking at the moment, I will metaphorically turn around and look backwards for my inspiration. This works magic for me, usually.
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