Supermarket conversation hardly worth a blog…
But I overheard it and felt I needed to share…
“Oh, do they live in Strensal?”
“Yes”
“Oh, I thought they lived somewhere else – or is that someone else?”
“Yes someone else lives somewhere else.”
.
Supermarket conversation hardly worth a blog…
But I overheard it and felt I needed to share…
“Oh, do they live in Strensal?”
“Yes”
“Oh, I thought they lived somewhere else – or is that someone else?”
“Yes someone else lives somewhere else.”
.
So much wonderful feedback caused me to revisit this poem, I read it now as if I have never seen it before and tears of joy and hope and love come falling through my smile.
I don’t do art, draw, or paint; I create images to compliment a poem or a story. This one says, ‘Read my poem; be inspired to love’
The Reclamation of Love
I think I’ve found love
and this time it is going to last
It came on fast
It let me know it is here to stay
…
This love has spoken of forever
Coming to me in a moment
In the petals of a flower
The seven hour scenery
Had many
Only one leapt out at me
…
This is a love of everybody
A love of me
…
Sadness told me
Lost love loses everything
Letting the feelings of failure
Come flooding
Forgetting enthusiasm
A trap of remembering
Saying
Never again
Never never again.
…
Never, be reliant on being,
of being better,
because of someone
…
Then, while thinking of others
of knowing
of helping
of contributing
View original post 47 more words