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| Courtesy of The Sunday Muse |
I will sing the language of birds
setting free the songs within me
composing ballads, stringing words
I will sing the language of birds
searching in the garden for verbs
perching high in a flowering tree
I will sing the language of birds
setting free the songs within me
linking with The Sunday Muse
hosted by our dear friend ~ Carrie
Author's note: Thank you for all your support
through the years. You have enriched my
journey in life.
Form: Triolet
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| The Sunday Muse |
These hands caked in moist clay
what will they form on a potter's wheel
spinning
molding
shaping
it may take a lifetime to discover a work of art
for each day we are sculpted in subtle ways
what tools will you use to sharpen the details
of life, will it be birdsong and yellow daffodils
skies of silver and blue
will water flow in the river of thoughts
creating an emerging vessel of being
creativity takes time and imagination
a heart that is stronger than play-doh
a clay heart may have cracks but, the
cracks remind us that we have lived
and loved...
its not so much the finished pottery
as it is the space that fills it
what will you fill yours with
poetry
songs
love
compassion
calmness
peace
linking with the The Sunday Muse
celebrating the 200th prompt
author's note: I live in the U.S.
and have been studying dream-work
for many years. I am on a quest for
the greater meaning of life, I am not
sure it will ever be found.
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| For the Sunday Muse |