of a word to adhere to
I write
when I write
with the flow of beats
my heart sings

Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 21, With the flow) and Haiku Heights (#192, Conscious).

(’12, Oct 21)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

16 thoughts on “Consciously..”

  1. “Conscious” was harder than I thought. You capture the poet view here as if it were easy. I agree that once conscious of the word, the rest is song.

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