With a path laid out before us, chosen,
and for us to decide, we wrestle.
Life tugs us left and then right.
Experience breeds new thoughts; opportunities abound.
We touch, and its impact changes us.
What is is as hard as concrete, yet many believe in its fluidity. Leaving many to question reality.
Challenging our spirit.
Does life call us, or do we call upon life?
The beauty, I believe, settles upon how well we listen.
-Learning-
a collection of photos and poems.
Not fluently expressed
~Letters, in simple words
No salient touch
~Treasured, and known
No lyrical sounds
~Remembered well, and replayed
No lucid smells
~Swaying, as they pass me once again
No previous history
~Our reasons, alive in explanation
No blatant photoplay
~But a feeling, we’re surely, beginning
Unarmed
Calm, yet concealed
By the edge of you
Misty you
Felt laying atop my skin
Most comfortable
Even when nothing fits,
Sense, suffocating,
Our beliefs,
Sit here, quietly.
Forces conceived
Native
Primitive panting
Joy
Tactical breezes
Identify
Verdant willingly
Succumbs
Our spirit,
Thrives here,
Naturally.
Golden feathers sway quietly,
Entranced by Autumn’s breeze.
Every poetic thought, all for nothing,
If the essence of your embrace leaves me.
You’re the breath I’ve waited to breathe
Coolest of breeze floating across me
Your qualified essence surrounding
Semblance meaning everything
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 