tales from the murky splurge:

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Upon a rock she sat and studied, A paper she had laid across, Her toes had touched the waters edge And drifting through her thoughts she lost The day, the time and now was floating Locked in moment – no words said. 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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