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.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
a blow
beauty hunts for joy forever becomes a thing winds blow it away
16 comments:
Anonymous
said...
near all there is joy if there is none within us the path is harder
16 comments:
near all there is joy
if there is none within us
the path is harder
Line two makes me feel ...
Best wishes
Ralf
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 up
magnolia 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 :) :)
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
Blown away?
Never!
Beautiful Tami and very well written.
Melanie
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