Grab a glob of literary playdough. Plunge into metaphorical fingerpaint. Explore. Discover. Reconnect with the joy of writing. Let's play!
Thursday, June 29, 2017
Hummingbird time zips and hovers with Millisecond shutter speeds Darting between atoms and moments While my now stands still. Rest is movement, A blink is loss, And energy the magic that drives the world.
I pass patient hours Hoping for its fleeting kiss of beauty.