I want to pen words defying boundaries created
that separate me from others
I want to pen words that bleed out all blame
so compassion can pump through my veins
I want to pen words as conundrums
wedding opposites into one silver ring
I want to pen words to stumble upon
like a root going deeper than what is exposed
Mostly I want to pen words that listen
and emerge as a voice from sweet silence
Photo taken by LuAnne Holder in the Smokey Mountain National Park on the Chimney Tops picnic area trail before the fires broke out in the summer of 2016.
Wind Rush 
Beautifully penned. The aspirations of a true poet. Lovely photo, LuAnne. ❤
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Thank you, Olga. Glad you stopped by.
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Always a pleasure, LuAnne.
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Wonderful photograph and beautiful words. Thank you for sharing LuAnne
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“I want to pen words that bleed out all blame
so compassion can pump through my veins”
Wow… Just gave me shivers!
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Thanks for your comment Lady C. I almost deleted that stanza because I wasn’t sure it made sense. So I am so glad it resonated with you. Glad you stopped by.
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Seriously? You thought it didn’t make sense? You know, I think to me that’s the answer to a lot of the world’s chaos. Oh if we could only do exactly that. I believe there’s a writer in every one of us.
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