..
Hear the breeze?
She articulates her
whim. Her will’s
another story
altogether.
Hear the beat?
The art we are
(our center)
doesn’t have a color,
……..creed,
…………….or size.
Oh, we’ve had it.
We’re going out
to make some
(progress)
…….(noise)
………………mudpies.
..
Prompted by Lill’s Poetics over at dVerse. Come play!
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Love it! 🙂 LOVE the last stanza 🙂 Heart-shaped mud pies??? 🙂
Nice ending with mud pies. Probably better than the alternatives of progress and noise.
So lovely & whimsical–always cool the diversity of poetic responses one encounters; big smile.
Make some noise and mudpies ~ Love this De ~
Now mud pies sound like a great idea – I’ve plenty of mud in my garden!
Reminds me of my childhood where my friends and I would sit around the garden and make mud pies 🙂
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous write, De!❤️
mudpies… that’s joy when it’s best… love it.
I’m reminded of the less cautious times of the Heart, when the heart lead the brain without such a fight. Mud pies….yes!
Hear the breeze, hear te beat?
Very much so, De! The heart and what’s good in nature certainly can jive together
http://imagery77.blogspot.my/2017/02/had-he-strength-to-overcome.html
Hank
I needed a dose of your whimsical, positive flow! Let’s all go out and make some noisy, progressive mudpies together!