Poetry...Spoken Word...Prose Poems...Free Verse... Interwoven Threads of Life's Tapestry of thought...Labyrinths within the journey’s twists and turns through the less ordinary pathways traveled… Understand this moment has come to just write what you feel… don’t ever let anyone say what you feel is wrong..."The woods would be very silent, if no bird sang except those who sang best." The journey of 1000 miles begins with a single step... Introspective expressions through creative writing...
She scars saw me coming and then, she called me by my name and ran from the whimsy
Wild apple mint bouquet sniffing perfumed whiff hide & seek drifting traces sweet-pea blossoms in her hair
Pluckin’ huckleberry kisses steal away the bluebirds high laments shall come to pass dreamin’ on a summer’s day
Wild mountain mulberry heather a breeze softly waft the scent of she elixir hazel wood secret hiding places rockabye me baby …
The song she was hummin’ shush away honeybees fly hushabye purple heather’s pillow cool apple mint sensual touches satisfy
naked misbehaving in dreams, sighs sublime...
harlon rivers
Written: August . 2013 ...New Moon 28 day(s) old ... .something light for the new moon light
This lil 'real & rustic' folksy ditty was spawned in a spontaneous feel good moment a couple a sips a white lightning & a few days ago, tryin' to meld and recast a one trick pony (that be me [aka hella too serious}) take a breath less serious, pokin' at this daydreamer and hoping for the winds of change.
The one in this mirror goin' on believin' in pipe-dreams come true & nothin' is inevitable and wishin' on tossed coins a hundred for a dollar... The fool on a hill was too uptight to set he whimsy fly free and now, once and for all, hence forth free to be... silly 'ol word whisperer ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ an so... she was running from me in a dream and, we touched souls
If we've climbed and never reached the top If we've looked for and never found… it does not mean it does not exists
There was a change in the atmosphere this dawn... marine air drifted in from the coast and cleansed the dust from the air... leaving a refreshing taste in each new breath all nature sighs with ann invigorating relief from this cleansing, too deep for words (!)
sometimes raw happens & Jimmie crack corn no wonder she always runs away in dreams...
