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I borrowed some words once found them floating on the wind. They were breezy little words full of fun and laughter. I held them close. We smile..

I don’t feel elegant lately. There may have been a day long ago when you were inspired to compliment slender hands. I just don&rsqu..

I like dirt. When I was a little girl, I would wander in the dirt clods as daddy worked in the tobacco field. I would dig holes in the yard. A..

are you certain-sure I’m not just some figment of your imagination-- a pleasant memory grown large through time I sometimes wonde..

I came across you in my dreams last night I heard you speak in hushed tones. Sleep departed from my tired eyes And I whispered back , "Here I..

don't read too much into it

Come to me, poet. Bring me your words. Whisper them, soft. Let your voice carry the longing of my soul to the skies. Sit here beside me. Stay..

don't pay too much attention to the details, it is a trickster muse

The words write me describing the metaphor of my life. Similes surround me pigeon-holing me into conceits of literal understanding. Descriptions ..

I sacrifice myself on the seat of possibility but only when the wind blows strongest. I am born to serve. You never wonder that I am ..