Writing poetry is so therapeutic ♥
As I drove towards the Deegan Expressway in the Bronx, my daughter said, “Mommie look at the sky, its amazing. Take a picture!” So I did. Proud to say, I am raising a “Skywatcher”. There is magic up there.
Words running through the bloodline penetrating valves,
a talk that inspires the mind to walk to an undiscovered location.
Words synonymous with feelings, never spoken to the extent
that they are felt,
a conversation makes resistance melt,
giving birth with ease
Voice is distinctly humane,
unique moving feathers
dressed in bowties and moccasins,
he nibbles at her scarf,
whispers only they can hear,
giggling and tearing silently.
Tones, articulation and melodies
in love and it speaks
whenever he speaks to me.
The proof is in the post conversation the one where
my mind, body
and soul agree. -DD Wright