Sunday, June 27, 2010

sketchbook: joyn'n in

poetry...the subtle wind chime of zephyr lost to the percussion between rain and earth. the shoreline soothing roaring waves of the big sea, while feet sing arpeggios to the sand; our laughter slips sail into breeze. poetry...the soul speaking, singing, breathing,
                                                                     believing in her tongue.

& for you?


twitches said...

"believing in her tongue"

AMEN to THAT!! I'm working on believing in it again...

GoGo said...

good. i m ssed your words! :)


twitches said...

Thanks for your comments on graduate school. I'm hoping it works that way for me, too!!