Viridian stones immersing
symbolic bosom’s breast
within pools deep whirl
as snow caves further melt
into frosty glacial rain drops
where tiny gemstones polish
from treasury pebbles of wisdom
residing at the edge of infinity…
Love it, and yes afte spending a few hours on the ocean beach with granddaughter building sand castles and beachcombing for pretty rocks, shells, and beach glass to add to her collection this poem speaks to me.
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You push your own mind - no, not the mind, it is your spiritual consciousness - and the reader's to the very edge of perception and understanding, Vickie. I am caught up in this from start to finish...and after.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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Namaste,
Christine
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