We soar into the cosmos of critics light
wearing sunbeams
The sun hugs and warms our syllables
kissing our pens
Drunk on the elixir of your thoughts flush
with the fluid of your mind
I swim into the sainted sea of promise
getting wet in the words
I embrace the rhythm of all rhyme as it
returns my melodious muse
In the pleasing phrase of palpitating prose
I float midst petals of roses
As the waves of metaphors become aroused
I enter where they are housed
Soon I take the poetic plunge and punch out verse
being caught in the isle of Libre
etw
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
EDvard, Ole Brother
getting wet in the words
Swim On, Sis, and I like that picture!
Susan
Here, image and flow become one in a beautiful, warming offering.
John
With Love,
Cindy
As the waves of metaphors become aroused
I enter where they are housed
-gene.
Take care,
Sherry
Ron
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Like a beautiful breath I take this in and hold it.
Wonderful.
John