A Conversation Just Now
Tell me, what's in your heart?
says the very air in the room
Why are you still here, wishing
you had listened to your muse?
whispers the dark Christmas tree
from the far corner at the hallway
Stop feeling sorry for yourself, you have
a full belly and roof over us!
grumbles the couch as I sit and
transcribe this conversation
For God's sake, this is America -
just reach out and grab it!!
cries my self loathing
Freedom can't be quantified
as is money...
Inspiration cannot breathe
leashed to safety...
Don't let go but swing over
to another path...
chimes in the air again -
always there for me,
always watching out
A long, deep breathe taking in the
words hanging there
goes straight to my head.
C. P. Sharma
"Freedom can't be quantified as is money... Inspiration cannot breathe leashed to safety..." Marvelously said.
"Freedom can't be quantified as is money... Inspiration cannot breathe leashed to safety..." Marvelously said.
Nightowl
"Inspiration cannot breathe leashed to safety." What a great quoteworthy line. An amazing read here. Shines with that wonderful ghost of optimism, and that's worth letting go straight to the head. Loved it. tfs
"Inspiration cannot breathe leashed to safety." What a great quoteworthy line. An amazing read here. Shines with that wonderful ghost of optimism, and that's worth letting go straight to the head. Loved it. tfs
Truly some beautiful thoughts here. Where we place our desire our experience follows. But there is always far more choices than we ever care to imagine. A poet friend...RH Peat