"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words."
- Robert Frost
I haven't posted too much of my poetry lately...and I am feeling rather introspective of late.
So on that note, I thought I would share my most recent poem.
I wrote this earlier this week in a stream-of-consciousness state. It is no work of art...simply words that came through me...to my pen...and to my little note pad.
And I dedicate this little poem, to someone I am getting to know better.
Someone I am liking more and more each day.
Someone who is imperfect yet strong; scared shitless yet hopeful.
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Me. |
I dedicate this poem...to me.
Flying to Me
Sitting...
gazing...
grazing towards the light.
Fight or flight?
I long to fly...
get high...
above mountains...
beyond clouds.
Shrouds of mind-numbing
tears...
I feel my fears.
Then hear a voice.
My choice...
Is mine.
Decline...
to move...
a need to prove...
to them
that I stem...
from love.
Look above.
A prayer.
To just be.
To be me.
To be me.
By: Lora Rossi, May, 2013
And so it goes...
Smiles,
Lora
Love your poetry. Love your blog. And you are beautiful, inside and out. And so it goes... Greg Chapslin
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