Saturday, October 11, 2014

she ran to rhyme

she ran to rhyme
to order the disorder.
disrupt the chaos
with the music
of words.
to make sense out
of that which
defined comprehension
a balm to a spirit,
stifled and smothered by
tensions and suspensions.
each letter she typed
every word she formed
a note in cacophonous
symphony.
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I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings