Jules, poets seems to be tuned in to a frequency the rest of humanity can’t dial into. I am glad you are showing the way. May your signal be picked up by many. Ever consider teaching poetry to youngsters who still are tuned in? Perhaps if exposed early to the utter beauty of poetry, they might retain that frequency as they get older. Enjoy your family weekend.....
Writing prompt
I am rain
Splashing on a window pane
Distorting colors, shapes of things
I am the shower April brings
I land upon
The dry, parched earth
That sucks me in
For all I'm worth
Into a root
I'm seeping, then
And travel up
Some winding stem
Into a rose,
Some nectar, I
Am lapped up by
A butterfly
You are welcome!
Jules, poets seems to be tuned in to a frequency the rest of humanity can’t dial into. I am glad you are showing the way. May your signal be picked up by many. Ever consider teaching poetry to youngsters who still are tuned in? Perhaps if exposed early to the utter beauty of poetry, they might retain that frequency as they get older. Enjoy your family weekend.....
I am multitudes
Yes, Walt Whitman had it right
We are everything....