Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
near all there is joyif there is none within usthe path is harder
Line two makes me feel ...Best wishesRalf
I know that kind of forever - it ended years ago...
Beauty hunting for Joy.. I thought you were talking of Inner Beauty.. and which winds can blow it..
a lot of sadness and passion...you write is so well!
this is sad. I hope you find joy amid your pain.
This is a gem. And I admire it.
cloudless . . .the groundskeeper sweeping upmagnolia petals
This is haunting! That last line is so sad.
Very profound, I like it.
I know what you mean about it getting blown away, it happens to me all the time!<3
Touching Lines :) :)
Interesting as I read this as how time is worn away. My Haiku
We are all just passing through...
Searching for what is not there and finding it only to have nothing blown away should not surprise anyone
Beautiful Tami and very well written.Melanie
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