I stood on the shores of a rippled thought
Watching colors change form
Beyond their norm
A synchronicity of hues
To cleanse the board
Of words.
Wiped away, the water colored streaks ran down
Gravity the agent
Of where the things move
Settling deep in the cracks
Into the creases of a full mind
And with a finger dusting a space
A clean me sign perhaps
And I watched it, waiting
For something, anything to come up
Like a suffocating fish that rises
It knows where to find the key
To live,
To breathe in the life force of a sentence
A quote
And lyric or melody
But the blank board sits mocking
And I see it then,
There doesn’t Have to be Anything,
It is perfect in the absence or presence
It is waiting there for the touch of chalk,
Of paint,
Of a simple thought to create
And there was in each pot a color swatch
And adding a bit of water life
The hues ran up, then downward in waves,
Streaking across like a pale sunset lost
Amidst the glory of bubbling clouds
Content within
That it became.
I am sorry my friend, I will be waiting….be well…peace and love, K
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I’m in between pain,anger,and purple
You’ll have to excuse me
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Happy Saturday, Auntie Kim from up the block. Glad peace and calm are loving on you just a bit, friends too. 🙂
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Thanks Tre,
So glad you enjoyed it, reaching the calm with a little helpful joy from my friends…and a steak.l.and another evening walk last night…slept like a baby. The writing yesterday left me with a calm peace finally. Happy Saturday my friend, K
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Howdy and welcome back stranger😊 now my day is really amped up to awesome😊
Peace and love,
K
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Thank you Rob,
I let it flow without too much tweaking, watching the ripples on the pool with cloud reflections on it….just couldn’t get a good pic of my own for it though or would have been really awesome 😊
So glad you enjoyed,
Kim
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🙂 I’m rippled now, and it’s a marvelous feeling.
Loved these lines:
“It knows where to find the key
To live,
To breathe in the life force of a sentence
A quote
And lyric or melody
But the blank board sits mocking
And I see it then,
There doesn’t Have to be Anything,
It is perfect in the absence or presence
It is waiting there for the touch of chalk,
Of paint,
Of a simple thought to create”
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Well done….
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Nice one! You had me with your first line – beauts!
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