Much More I Could Express

Being able to walk, talk and breath,

and able to read Macbeth.

To coin a phrase or line for a book,

regardless the time it took.

To hear the edge of the ocean's roar,

quietly watching an eagle soar.

To dance or sing when the mood feels right,

matters not if it is day or night.

To have my health is always a plus,

since death is not a thought, nor gives me a rush.

Close friends are my mainstay,

without; life as I know it, would fade away.

Blessed to have loved and been loved,

for in my soul, they shall remain beloved.

My life, now, is centered around words

that may sound droll and absurd.

To know pure joy, alas, is but fingertips away.

I keep hoping with each new dawn, I will find a way.

Listen to the rhythm of the rain that will fall,

I walk between the raindrops, waiting on heaven's call.

The movement of

pen in my hand

is wild.

words splash

my soul pours

as I write.

The brush spreads

freckles of tiny

strands drenched

with vibarant colour

adds life

to the

blank white canvas

image forms

lines interweaving,

as I make art.

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Sounds of

all kind

entrap me

in bliss

my emotions fluctuate

to melodies

resonating in

my ears

lyrics flow

and with closed eyes

I melt.

The window is half open

while I peek from the

cracks of my curtains

laugher rushes in

group of families

playing as

children dance

festive cheer

ringing in the air.

people come together

and with a smile,

I watch.

The fresh air plagues

my nostrils with

the divine scent of earth,

a book sprawled

across my lap

words lift off

With my lungs gasping

for oxygen,

I read and read.

Colour flashes

on the creen

vivid images

elegant executed

camera shots

and angles

tell a story

romance builds

the popcorn

left hanging in the air,

I am speechless.

It’s loud

a cluster of

voices clashing

in heated and

fast movements

of hands.

Excitement pulses

as I talk about everything

to family, to friends.

Time moves,

but here I am

eyes looking back,

on some of my favourite

things.

And my heart is full,

Alive.

I love to sense,

The caress of the breeze.

The scent of the flowers.

The shade of the trees.

The message from the sky.

The resilience of the mountains.

The movement of the waves.

The never stopping nature,

And all of its ways,

To nurture and nourish.

Always giving the answers,

To all my questions.

When my words

Strike a chord

When the notes I render

Make you surrender

When I express

And it does impress

It leaves me with a smile

I am grateful for my life,

And all that is there in it.

For the wisdom,

To make me realize,

That we are always given,

All that we need

To make the best of it.