tales from the murky splurge for Saturday, June 11, 2011

Saturday, June 11, 2011

time to write it down

today i sat alone in a spanish cafe, sitting opposite a church and enjoying the sunshine. A man was watching me type on my ipad and started to speak to me. it was like he knew everything about me. i looked up and smiled then his wife joined the table. before long we were all in deep conversation on... Sign in to see full entry.

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Poetry is about expression of thought. Sometimes the best work is the kind of stuff that just leaps up from within our soul. I write a lot about the murky splurge...This defines a place where we are are given the freedom to bare our souls in word but understand it is between the lines where most truth resides, In a world which has an abundance of love for all to share there is a whirlwind stirring. these words come out of a storm, but reader of my blog, please see although we write about many things, we may just mean another...well that is what the villagers said..... have fun.

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