Poetry seen in a different light can cause an uproar of passion deep in my soul. There is so much expression in every line, every word, every letter. There is a meaning behind their placement on the page. Even before the ink dries, or when the message is freshly shared, the moment before reading the poem, there is a skip in steps. Heartbeat quickens.
Opening the page cannot happen fast enough. In the dimly lit room, with the soft music playing a song that happens to have lyrics that are overheard, “like a touch, like a dream, you’re my amaranthine.”
The words come into focus. The smile, the feelings, the emotions, the everything. It was worth the wait of a time difference. It became one to remember. Poetry – words weaved together in such a way that it is sexy. It is full of passion. Anticipation. This could be the beginning. And, if it is, it is perfection. The timing could not be better.
Sitting down in amazement, wondering if anyone else has this experience, finding it so easy to just read and re-read what was shared and going about the day. As the day goes on, it is hard to concentrate due to wondering when the next one will be shared.
Such an opportunity here to grow, to fall, to rise, to discover, to be dismantled, to be put back together and to find what has always been there, just never noticed. A chance to not only be active, but productive. A moment in time to be ….. together.