Poetspinning wordsout of nothingborn to becreator of beautyfor thosewho can’t see itin their own world ©️MidwestFantasy May 2020
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Throwback Friday–I Am My Words–Beth Amanda
I am every word I write sum of each feeling emotion heartache heart flutter In the ink you will find all of me and understand who you read on the page * ©MidwestFantasy/Beth Amanda June 2019
Aborted Flight – Christine E. Ray
words are wily things that wiggle and twist ‘round my mouth they dart delicately hummingbirds toward the tip of my tongue then change direction abruptly midflight swallowed once again I long to give them wing allow them to feel the sun the air but they nest deeply in my throat unseen unsaid © 2020 Christine … Continue reading Aborted Flight – Christine E. Ray
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By Charles Robert Lindholm POETRY = A Magic Carpet Ride Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved
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By Charles Robert Lindholm Poetry = Conjuring Words upon paper Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - The Reluctant Poet All Rights Reserved - Please Come Visit My Archives!!
TRACE ME, PAINT ME
By Charles Robert Lindholm Trace me with your fingers From my head down to my toes From the mountains to the valley Let your fingertips disclose My limbs and all my branches And the curving of my nose Let me feel your gentle strokes Marking out my pose Trace me with your fingers On my … Continue reading TRACE ME, PAINT ME
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By Charles Robert Lindholm Poetry = What a Muse dictates Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm, The Reluctant Poet All Rights Reserved - Please Come And Visit My Archives, Here And On My Blog!
A FITTING SYMBOL
By Charles Robert Lindholm A helium balloon rising in the air a fitting symbol for a heartfelt prayer winding it's way to heaven above with words of thanks for unending love and Amazing Grace Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm, The Reluctant poet - All Rights Reserved 3-10-2017 at 7:00 a.m. Please … Continue reading A FITTING SYMBOL
I DROPPED A PEBBLE IN A POND
By Charles Robert Lindholm I dropped a pebble in a pond and watched the ripples run racing toward a distant shore because of what I’d done I knew that soon they’d wash ashore with a playful, warm embrace … Continue reading I DROPPED A PEBBLE IN A POND
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By Charles Robert Lindholm Poetry = Feelings playing with words Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved Please Come Rummage Through My Archives!!
