Tag Archives: Art

Musician

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I know you find it hard

sometimes to explain why it is

you tap out rhythm tap on everything

There are melodies you hear

soft as beating heart

There is rage paradiddle dee dee dee

Come passion shuffle

come snare me a dream

Who are we who expect

poet words to connect

The need and the answers

breathe within.

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Poetry

I do not love you,

Poetry

I do not swim in your

Oceans

I do not dream of your

Embrace

I do not sing your praise

I do not long for your

Touch

I do not ponder your ethereal

Realities

I do not seek, beseech, or need you

I do not often think of you

I do not deep breathe you

I do not awaken from dreams aching and

Yearning

I do not call out your name

I do not expect your essence shining through mere

Words

I do not dance to your mad restless

Rhythms

But sometimes I recognize you there,

Beckoning 

purplewhite shapeshifter emerging from the rubble

Lightstepping

along the edges of the ordinary and the

Sublime.