when I ~

Sometimes trying to describe WHY something is beautiful… defeats the purpose of calling it beautiful… Oh, this poem for me IS…

beautiful…

tornadoday

pic of joy

when I am old
let my eyes adjust
so that I see beyond
the depths known as sorrow
into the 6D color
of living
let my heart beat
heavy –
and let me bleed
in shades
of purple crayon
let laughter
be the sin for which
I am known

. . .

writing in the dark
February 8, 2015, 2:06 am

author’s note: I clipped this picture some years
back.  It’s not mine, but it is.  It’s a place I return
often, a reminder that beauty lives in sometimes
dirty places.

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