I had to dig this one out of the bottom of my purse to post it here.
Transcribing from its original scribbled form on a crumpled,
daffodil bright, yoga schedule as the words unfolded in the bright morning light...
The luminous limning of
my tongue at your ear
is the pen on this page
the moonlight shooting across
the salted waves, the drift
of cloud at noon
the expression of the
self
you wish to be
that indeed
you already are
1 comment:
hmm... thanks, JD.
If I'm getting this right, I think you're making a point that life should be enjoyed as it is by shifting away from a negative perspective.
I think... Hope my poem says something like that as well...
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