somedays, She grips you like a lover, other
times She just grabs you like a scrap
of paper to write something down
on your heart…THIS, THIS thought
is YOURS, it is for YOU…please
SEE IT… cuz if you are busy not
seeing your life , She uses
whatever She can find…a
flower…a friend…the fall
of a load-bearing wall
© Liana 2/5/13
looking and seeing….
reading and smiling
my favorite color–both blue and purple. periwinkle. thank you
yes, periwinkle
such a pretty word
The poem is really beautiful – grab my heart like a piece of paper to write something down on! Very nice.
Thank you, Francis
The Muse speaks in many voices and in many ways. Lovely!
true that, johnny
thank you
Hi Liana,
Thanks for “liking” my post “Keeping Busy” on
uribotanicalgardens.wordpress.com
I love this beautiful photo and poem (a wall fell on my husband, but that’s another story…)
I sense a kindred spirit.
Best,
Gabrielle
thank you…here’s to kindred spirits
Many thanks for writing “sometimes She grabs you | the hour of soft light”.
Iwill certainly wind up being coming back for even more reading through and commenting here in the near future.
I am grateful, Nan
I’m so glad it spoke to you, Nan, and glad you’re coming back
hi Liana, it rather grabs me, your enjoyable blog, and looking forward to more, best wishes.
thank you, Lucy, thank you