Journal — Poetic Ramblings
A Deep Feeling Thing
The dream isn't grand, neither is the desire. Rather to create something that gives this chapter of my life meaning. Something to look back on, when I am older, or old, I suppose. Sitting on my porch, overlooking gentle rolling...
Speak it into being
Maybe if I speak it into being, This thing, This amorphous thing. Like trying to grasp fog. I see walls, And light, soft, natural, And shadows too, Since one cannot exist without the other. And this desire to create, to...
