The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper. ~ W. B. Yeats
Waiting For Our Senses To Grow Sharper
362
You’ll Find Yourself
373
Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life. ~ Pablo Neruda
Like The Birds Sing
345
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think. ~ Rumi
To All The Women Then and Now…
437
Feelings penetrating deep
Have caused my hand to grasp
A pen that I might convey
The impact you all have.
Find The Burn
336
I’ve often lost myself in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake. ~ Federico Garcia Lorca
Start Crawling
520
If all you can do is crawl, start crawling. ~ Rumi
Scribbling Away
376
It’s 3 am, can’t sleep again
So I scribble away through the dark with my pen.
Let The Rain Kiss You
444
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. ~ Langston Hughes
Poetry Is A Deal Of Joy
386
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran
As Much Power As A Word
379
I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine. ~ Emily Dickinson