Sometimes
What is visible in dirt
Depends on the weight pressing down
If there was rain
Or snow
Or the absence of them
walk across the earth as you wish
What you leave behind
Isn't always up to you
#poetry #poetrycommunity
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Sometimes
What is visible in dirt
Depends on the weight pressing down
If there was rain
Or snow
Or the absence of them
walk across the earth as you wish
What you leave behind
Isn't always up to you
#poetry #poetrycommunity
www.amazon.com/Tracks-Earth...
Would anyone care to share their experience when they turned a book into an audiobook? I am finding few people telling the story of how they made it work - "I did this first" and so on.
Would anyone care to share their experience when they turned a book into an audiobook? I am finding few people telling the story of how they made it work - "I did this first" and so on.
With where to put my feet
I thought I would miss the sound
Of crows
Then came the cry of the gull
And all is well
What I never thought I would miss?
Casual conversations
The Walmart worker who asked me
About family, and then
Hoped to see me soon?
That is what I miss
With where to put my feet
I thought I would miss the sound
Of crows
Then came the cry of the gull
And all is well
What I never thought I would miss?
Casual conversations
The Walmart worker who asked me
About family, and then
Hoped to see me soon?
That is what I miss
Decades
I spent training my voice
To speak of other things
Other voices
And another face
Only to finally know
After becoming older
That what is asked of me
Is to use my voice
And tell the song of myself
With words, no music
My journey
And I tell you this
I find it to be
Very strange
www.amazon.com/Above-Flower...
www.amazon.com/Above-Flower...