Say the words,Feel The Love
(C) Singleton 2008
Bamboo wind chimes
clunking,
bunking
drumming in a
Friday night breeze,
bohemian music
for peace....
And
I'm
giddy
from
the accidental high,
hungover in the morning
from
lightheaded laughing
and twirling in the dark,
from chasing fireflies
and barflies,
playing hide-n-go seek,
peek~a~boo, baby,
and
"Name that song".....
Friday's are for dancin'.....
And feelin' the love....
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9 comments:
And I feel it...
crossin the miles
walkin across the water
in great wide
steps
paintin the sky
blue again
coaxing all that
remains tight
within the bud
into bloom
Your love
your peace
Your dance
changes the world
my friend,
Love to you, M
Ahhh,
friend,
I've been scribblin' postcards
to peace lately
and
droppin'
them
unaddressed
in empty boxes....
like letters to Santa....
And waiting....
for
the change....
I went to the water yesterday,
the salt,
the wind,
the sound of sailboat lines
clinkin'.....
and smiled......
Peace~love my friend
We're sayin, feelin, dancin with you. Smilin at your every day every way but never worn out peace and love.
Sing, the new words (to me) on your sidebar. This can't mean you aren't going to create more drawings!? Say it isn't SO!
Has that been there a while, and I'm just now noticing?
Sweet Babs....
I've been coloring all night. It's obsessive compulsive....over and over again....
you know the pull, the tug, the need, the fix......
It's just that suddenly,
My children are grown, and having children of their own, and the endless stacks of Mama's hippie art has grown thin....
and for now,
for the first time,
they've asked for first dibs....
JSYK...I love your new pieces....And on Etsy I found bridges.....Not the title....but the meaning, the feeling, the bridge.....Beautiful!
Peace~love my sweet friend
hi S, its been a while..i missed you and your free verses.....
Aaahhhh, just the first dibs thing,,,,good!
Cannot imagine you (like me) not obsessing, drawing, painting.
Thanks so much Sing for your kind, sweet comments, re: My Etsy.
deli...peace~love sweet one. Your joyboys are beautiful!
babs....No, girl, we are too much alike, a constant.....a river flowing....going...
And I salute you,
your braveness,
your spirit....
If it weren't for Skinny, every piece I every etched, scribbled, painted would be stacked in my linen closet, clothespined to my walls, lining the silverware drawer....
Go forth, sweet soul, share.....
Butterfly wings are free....
but we have to use them....
not line them up like
dusty recital costumes
in a cedar closet.....
Peace~love sweet friends
is Eric off working again. I woremy beads yesterday and felt it the love
ibeati.....:) Feel the love girl, you wear it well! And oh, our poetic prophetic friend.....I hope wandering, writing, collecting treasures on his journies!
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