(a sparrow too)

Much has occurred between the beginning and the now...I've learned so much, forgotten too some lessons worth forgetting. But this I know and know too well, love never really dies- happily, sadly- hand in hand, it's gets us through the darkest times. So-with tremendous gratitude, with thanks of praise and acknowledgement...I find myself full. Good day to celebrate, to be alive- what a gift indeed. Take care-




As Prompted...

To be in some way distressed with myself
by words I must convey
a language I try to interpret
to others who do not say
such words as depth and beauty,
beyond or even blue-
Deprived are they
of poetry
so dim must be their view.
I try to speak of a writer's soul
but it's mine that I know best
and locked inside are secrets
at times-
most difficult to detect.
The key, I find, is experience
emotion(hardened or kind)
these I use to draw out the words
straight from my heart- not my mind.
There, I've tried to tell it all...
(or some of it anyway-)
A writer's soul, that of my own
so true and unafraid.




I've always had these wings and feathers
maybe even the strength to rise,
aware this day of one sure thing
-know please, you've helped me fly

And this name I try to live up to
(the one that gets me by...)
hints of wonderous things like feathers!
though singed- you helped me fly


and I'll cry again and cry some more
the tears have made me wise
too wise sometimes for a heart like mine
but still you urged me...fly

so fly I will and soar as well
for you and them and I
an eagle when I'm broken...
(a sparrow too), I fly