Monday, January 21, 2013

Poetry in Motion

Working on my mom's poetry & art manuscript lately seems to be rubbing off on me.
These simple, childish verses fell into place yesterday, while traipsing around the Cherokee Removal Park during the Sand Hill Crane Festival.

As I strive
to be alive,
so parts of me
live and die.
To be born anew
in days come true,
nearer to the heart
of my real parts.

And on a lighter note...

Glad to say
we walked today
&, oh,
by the way,
I love you,
yes, I do.
All things true,
Me and you,