18 Wednesday Mar 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
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breath, life, light, love, membory, memory, moments, spirit, story, suspended, time, without measure, writing in the dark
do you remember
Sundays –
how sunlight
filled the covers
how warm
the breath of coffee
brewing whispers
to the soul
a lifetime gathered
sweetly
to the fold
do you remember
how it wasn’t
the same as any other –
waffles left
for later in the day
do you remember
making story
from a moment
we were touching
words –
becoming places
we will
stay
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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Oh, the left over waffles !
❤
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Once upon a time I remembered Sundays like that……… not so anymore. World ‘s too crowded and too much noise. ………….xo
…and yet, here you are and there are Sundays just like that everywhere………. ❤