How the presence of you
the weight of the impression
a slipping deeply into the ragged
this dawn breath only existing
Currently unavailable for purchase
breath, body, ragged, memory
“You did not come here to fix the world. The world is not broken. You came here to live a wonderful life.” Abraham Hicks.
Delicious, I love one word lines and your use of them here is wonderful.
Thank you for ‘delicious’. So lovely of you.
This is so lovely. x
Thank you dearly.
It is indeed
Thank you for understanding.
Sigh!I have been thinking of the many ways this light bulb verse may be taken and I still choose to just sighLovely poem KenSandra x
Are not sighs the breath of angels? Thanks you for the many ways you read this, and still…..you are.
A very wise and beautiful man said to me…“space creating disturbance through mediums of experience.”I thought of this again, as I read this exquisite breathing out of your interior …of your experience induced disturbance …all of which is indeed DELICIOUS ….and a very much “wanted thing” …bravo my dear friend.
You are the surfer, riding exhilaration’s edge…that curl, translucent and ripe with power. I stand on distant shore, in awe.
Thank you for this kindness. Much appreciated.
wonderful poetry Ken
thanks so much for reading. I really appreciate the comment.
Oooh, I love it…
Thanks so much Laurie.