standing at the edge of the water,
buzzing cicadas, leaning trees, gurgling Lilly pads – its the sound our lives makes,
twenty years before- unsettled songs – made their landing,
rainbows on the floor, wringing out my eyelids, dried-up old dishrags
can’t wipe away -what’s spilling over,
telling all my sorrows- it won’t last
can’t color over problems- that’s not gonna solve them
can’t drown away that strange land
spent too long-wondering will it ever change
rainbows to the sky- telling my old blessings
don’t pass me by, down here in the lyric,
in my spirit,
in my Sunday clothes
down at the waters
incomplete but I’m coming out a new me.
kindness sis. Krissy
A Poet's Vision 
Every one of your poems is a tangible scene that I can touch and feel…set to gospel music. It’s like visiting another land!
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oh wow thank you Lori 🙂 happy weekend to you 🙂
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This shines.
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thank you Rivrvlogr 🙂
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And every new you is wonderful … and wet with those waters.
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thank you 🙂
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