Sometimes I'm so surprised by what emerges from my pen! LOL Following are two little poems that came out before going to bed last night and Saturday night; normally, I do write a bit, generally as gratitude notes to myself for the day, but occasionally other 'stuff' comes through as well...
Once upon a time
a little girl
picks up her shoe
and inside is a snail.
"Is my trail a crime?"
a little voice
asks calling up
from inside the shell.
"You've spread it with slime!"
the cry came out
tears falling down
salt mixing with goo.
A pinch at a time
backwards she goes
retracing her path
erasing all signs of ... who ...
* * *
Light diffused in lunar glow
that guides our sight to inner flow
so we might see and hear and know
the wondrous gifts of our own soul.
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