Perhaps tomorrow I’ll recall…

a day like any other

a humming child under the watchful morning sun

trying to sing the truth into being

somewhere close to where the grass whispers sonnets

to the rushing river of time

dancing flower shadows reflected

on the water shine

and in the circle of this raging life

a collective heart beat can be heard

of rock and dirt

of joy and hurt

beneath an ancient tree of rhyme

*For Guy*

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Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

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    1. Rhyming is a delicate operation in a poem and I wasn’t sure if I’d done it well here. I hate cheese and rhyme can be cheesy. Thanks Kiersty for thinking I’ve done it well. 🙂

  1. This is it>
    somewhere close to where the grass whispers sonnets

    to the rushing river of time

    Oh how I wish I had half the ability to put into words such as these lines
    KUDOS 🙂

    1. You do have the ability J, just get out of the way. It’s like this>there is a ladder to a room and in this room are all the words and all the combinations of the words. When a writer has a feeling, that feeling knocks the words off the shelves of this room where they are stored and the words then tumble down this ladder into the mind of the writer. If you let it happen, they fall onto the page this way. I swear to every god anyone has ever prayed to on this planet that this is the truth. This is why ego has no place in art. We don’t do it, some cosmic, divine force if you will does it. I think it’s all of us, the group of souls known as human beings. Our feelings inspired by experiences are the result and we automatically store this art in a place such as I mentioned above then share it spiritually through various expressions like poetry, stories, paintings, sculpture, photography, music, dance and drama. What I am saying is that we have access to each other’s souls through the act of creation. We are each other actually, when we are not being full of shit and vanity. 🙂 There, bet you didn’t think you get all this as a response eh j? 😉

      1. lol
        I could have said all that and more but my candle is blowing in the wind.Besides,you just said it and perhaps better than I.But then again maybe not.
        eh!
        🙂

    1. Okay, I am now officially flattered. Thank you Adrian 🙂 Sometimes I wonder if what I write will make sense beyond the four walls and roof of my mind so that it will be relevant to others and comments like yours remind me why I write. Art is the only link to the divine on this planet and it is not only a responsibility to do it well but it is an honour when another derives something from the result. But you know this through your own art, your photographs which are also very exceptional and moving.

    1. Thank you M. Chenot. Sometimes I do write some cool things, other times they are more tepid. Glad you like it. 🙂

    1. Ollin?! Is that really you? 🙂 It’s great to see you back here! Thank you for liking this and I’ve been checking out your blog etc and you are doing brilliantly. You deserve all the success you are getting and the kudos coming for you because you have a passion for what you do and you have a fantastic work ethic that is an example for a lot of newbie writers who are struggling to keep at it.

  2. I love these:

    …to the rushing river of time…
    and
    …and in the circle of this raging life
    a collective heart beat can be heard
    of rock and dirt
    of joy and hurt

    beautiful, Val!

    1. Thank you Denise 🙂 Guy Traiber aka Dhyan asked for another like this and I wrote it for him. He’s a good young fella and talented too.

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