Cycles
January 8th, 2009 by Karen
I’ve been rather introspective lately…thinking about life and the dynamics that cast eddys and waves across my existance and I’ve started to notice I have cycles of creativity. I’m sure everyone goes through patches of writers block and such, but right now, I simply long for more. To do more, to be more.
Yearning
I want to wander into the woods for an hour simply to listen to my heartbeat and hear my breath mix with that of the trees.
I want to dance free and vibrant like I was 5 and didn’t care what anyone thought.
I want to break out my acrylics and delightedly fingerpaint.
I want to spin florid words across crisp linen with purple ink and a fountain pen.
I want to listen to jazz all day long and sing and weep.
I want to sit in a meadow and eat fresh picked blackberries that stain my fingers.
I want to wander through antique stores and smile at the trinkets and forgotten memories of souls long since past.
I want to sit in silence and weave stories from the depths of my being.
I want to cast hugs and kisses upon old friends.
I want to cry out the joy in my heart from the highest mountain and whisper it to the lowliest pebble.
I want to ground myself to the earth and strain to kiss the sky.
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