Poetry is heart language. Nothing about life is beyond the romance of verse. Sometimes it gushes, other times trickles, but it all comes from the center of our emotions. Poetry is meant to be read aloud, even in whispers. Read it slowly, naturally, as you would a letter from home. I hope my work both charms and disturbs you. But mostly, I hope you see some of yourself in these reflections of my soul. ~ James M. Woods
We lay in the tall grass
Laughing for no reason
Celebrating something
Intangible
Beating just inches
Beneath our breastbones.
We were intoxicated
With the sweet summer wine
That sometimes
Though rarely
Courses human veins
Beyond reasoning
Past understanding
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Monday, April 04, 2016
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2 comments:
Beautiful, my friend. You can say so much in so few words. I'm going to steal your line about seeing God in her eyes when I write my next love note to my Heidi. Simple but elegant.
It's all yours Tim. I know she loves your love.
~ J.
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