Kind eyes.
Gentle eyes.
Sadness buried deep within.
An Alchemist of Laughter
turning stones of sorrow
into bright bubbles of joy.
You danced a mad cha cha
with the dark angles.
Until at last
you fell, exhausted
into their embrace.
And this time,
they did not let you go.
photo from picomi.com
 | JO on Bring The Dory Home |
 | Marshall on Bring The Dory Home |
 | Marita Falconer on Solitary |
 | Eileen on The Rose |
| Marita Falconer on It Was A Dark And Stormy … |
A Pox on the Patriarchy
life's wHeirdness and wonder
The poetry, photographs and thoughts of Tom Atkins
Life and death and sleeping on the ground
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning how to dance in the rain." Vivian Greene
Life on the farm...life in general.
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Wherever you go, there you are.
Dancing In The Rain 
Reblogged this on Newtonstake and commented:
Heartfelt poem from a friend.