Action speaks louder than words
I beg to differ
Ideas start out as words
They work in tandem
For every old and new cliche
Words have been my friends my entire life
A great comfort and a redirection
An amazing friend even now
We create and craft with them
They have taken me to heights I never imagined
Yet,The Power of Words
Eternally grateful of time and understanding
An overly sensitive and sometimes creative me
With the Power of Words

Plain JANE
Her mother said
Even when they laid her mother to rest those words echoed
He sees her differently
He loves her
Her mother hated him
That line still stings and hurts
I see a creative writer still trying to say it right
Happily married woman and devoted friend
Adores nature, traveling, museums, and Art
Happy that others read and enjoy her work
Yes she is who she is
Sorry her mother saw her differently

the mystery of delicate petals unfurling
into forgiveness.

the forest of evergreens and silent flowers,

oh, tender heart, my love,
the gentle spirit when days are more gray.

walk with me through the riddle of
the silent and cold universe,

the sometimes warm and starry sky,
across clouds, the moonlit landscape
of mountains and snow.

run with me
naked under the flower moon.

she smiles, oh, that flower moon,
locks her arm in my arm,
hands me tiny purple flowers,

and says, it's only love.