by Blake | May 4, 2020 | Creative Writing, Poetry
Touch me. I am wind. White clouds caress open seas. Touch me. Be my friend. Quiet yields to whispering trees. Caress me. I am earth. The sweet smell of brown and green. Caress me. Give life birth. Rocky hills and hidden stream. Kiss me. I am sun. Golden beams cut...
by Blake | May 4, 2020 | Creative Writing, Poetry
The past is watercolored Prey of wind and showers The paint-brushed details are blurry Colors mesh together. Names, places, forever gone The spoken words are lost No lyrics left to the song Yet music still persists. now, over my bread and wine Sweet precious memories...
by Blake | May 4, 2020 | Creative Writing, Poetry
Cold touches me. Darkness engulfs me. The Universe surrounds me. Stars interlaced with clouds evidence the ongoing of space. I stand at the focal point of all that is. I know I am because I feel and perceive. I shake as the cool wind carries away my body’s heat....
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