I used to ruminate, ceaselessly, upon words with which to describe each new day.
This morning the words, the sounds, change, as the sun scrapes across this other sky. With each minute pinpoint of light flittering through my grandmother's lace at the window, a new adjective is born and I cannot put it to paper quickly enough for fear of missing the next.
ah yes ... sweet gifts of new found inspiration ... life seems renewed and born again its light. perfection of emotion from your poets pen. take care, jm
Some things cannot be explained by verses that rhyme, They are not measured by the commitment of time. Some emotions run too deep to be described by words, Forgiveness and understanding-remain the most beautiful words ever heard. ~Janet Marie~
"What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" ~Lao Tze Tao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~