When I began to write
peace was mine.
I danced in steps
to the music of poetry in mind.
I wrote
sometimes in day,
or middle of night.

Eventually, my heart expanded
writing often until all my heartbeats
were of poetry.  
Every breath housed another poem.
Everything inspired me.

In time, I evolved meditating
connecting to source
and NOW...
Every cell in my body vibrates poetry.

Hooray, for me. I am blessed
with a golden pen, a waterfall of poems,
and loving soul.

StarBG © 2017

A downtown
queen,
She finds solace in being
seen.
The loneliest of
birds,
she doesn't like it when
these feelings are
stird.
Would it have helped
if I had more
beauty?
Four foot something,
but I don't like myself
with dark hair.
Would it have helped
to have been a little more,
or a whole lot more,
trusting?
I'm sorry,
I know it's a continues
recycling of things that
didn't, doesn't, and
never will matter.
But memories, ideas
and impossible dreams
like to come back as waves
in the form of
dark blue scatter.

i am standing in front of you
and you don’t see me
i am the moon and stars
but you only see the night
i am the poetry in songs
but you don’t pay attention to my music
and then
you wonder
why i hide
from you
why my voice turns into silence
when you pass by

Time changes everything
from catastrophe to bliss,
all within the sweet hours of a day.