“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Friday, July 10, 2020
Baby rock
A daughter is the only true conversation
that never ends...
Domesticated means kept
for companionship
by necessity.
Friend-
ships sail easily in a passing breeze.
Love spins
the Earth,
holding us close
to the core
or heart
of matter
like all of these
intangible connections
that bind
our words to the spine.
Once upon a time
we were here
mattering to one another
collecting the loose fragments
that spin off
and calling them stars.
Artwork credited by NASA/JPL-Caltech / Public domain.
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