it started when She remarked
about how alive I looked
trying to hurt reason
while being yoked
in the fiery embrace
of where and when She is She ...
all the places
that the words chase Us
into where We are wear
and core palette souls
painting the departed
to get started with ...
this is, She said
what We get when
there is music
between Us
to create by ...
We journey hackneyed seed
hocked knees We bleed, sky tree
roots and sea
mountain conifers climb clouds
into rain and when languages began ...
We were said to put words into rivers
tiny singers, slivers in the seams
We became couriers and knives
the grasses, underbrush
and broad leaves
We all write poems
in how We unfurl
into warm memories
with their arcs
across Our lives ...
She looked at Me
pressed Her finger
to my lips
and said, shh
look how pretty
things would be
if We all lived
for the ride ...
EJR ©
Excellent closing stanza. So very true, don't you think?
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DeleteYour words are really touching me and awakening my muse to play along. I love the ending..words of wisdom..sometimes the journey is about the ride not the destination.
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