...and i write

irreplaceable

Different children now :)

i write
and i write
as though time
is replaced

breathy chase
white diamond kite
against cobalt sky
ivory keys

my hands lift
upward they go
our story
my irreplaceable

                                    life...

                                          and I write 
                                                                 and I write

                                                                                 and I write...

One of the ways in which I write is through listening to classical music. I heard the most beautiful song (above) and immediately looked to see the title. From there I opened the keyboard, clicking away, how the song felt to me… let it flow, beginning to end, no stopping, no turning back.

Every ounce of energy poured over my laptop has been a saving grace…

I saw myself as a young teen laying on my bed, quietly struggling through school, listening to the little stereo I had saved for. Classical songs from my ballet classes, filling the space, lending a sense of comfort at such a young age. Continuing the tradition, through motherhood, with a tiny box radio in their room, as each baby fell asleep. All the years visiting their grandparents at Roads End beach. The joy in the wind, running, chasing, collecting, flying kites.

Going back to my high school English class where I learned to write poetry. I will never forget how beautiful Miss Emily Kemp was, inside and out. If only I could tell her today how much she meant to me.

Thinking about my Nana, who had so little, putting aside her money to pay for my privilege to dance.

A fresh wind is here. I am looking up from the keys, meeting other writers, encouraged, breathing, learning.

Feeling lighter as worlds continue to collide and life spins around the same sun…