I posted a blog the other day on some conspiracy theories like flat earth, things my crazy family wholeheartedly believe, and cultish behavior with their Trumpism. I got some extremist and weird comments. I have to “approve” my comments. Thank goodness.
That’s when I realized, “don’t post weird conspiracy theory stuff, or anything political, on your blog.” You know? Cause the cwazies come out.
So, no more of that. I just deleted the post.
This post won’t be about anything like that.
It’s my 200th post! Yay!
I’ve come to a decision. A life changing decision. I’ll share about this at a later time. It does have to do with writing and or, music. I’m learning how to embrace and not feel guilty that I’m a writer and musician.
For now, I was working on a few books, writing a new song, and poetry. I’m still writing poetry for my third poetry book, Poetry to the Third (should be published by this Christmas). And I was going to post a poem from this book. I hope you enjoy.
A thousand folds and fingers
There is crisp pitters and patters
I close my eyes
Breathing floats along the seam of life
Air smells wet
Not like a dog, wet
Like a fresh bathed body
Currents are moving quickly
It feels cool along my back
A clap of thunder
Mighty and bold
This rainstorm I can hear
A story, newly told
Just a little longer
It passes like a kiss
Of gentler still, the lips
Like the rain
The thunder rolls gently
In the distance
And I rest my eyes
Soothed into a restful
Thank you for reading my poem. Here’s a great song written by Pretty Patterns (Diego) and sung by Enna Alouette, the songbird.
You ever ask a question knowing the inevitable answer? Do you wonder why we ask? Maybe we like to hear ourselves ask questions with an answer already printed on the back.
I hope you all have a fantastic rest of your day, weekend, and life. May you find all you seek and search for, but mostly love.
Love you Gracie! 🙂 ❤