Are you good at closing your eyes and imagining things, can you really create a !
Question: Are you good at closing your eyes and imagining things, can you really create a vivid image!?
I come to the clearing just past the red oaks, drawn by incredible music, a fiddle or two, perhaps!? At first I think it is the lifting beat that pulls me in, but there's warmth tugging at my heart, reeling me closer!. Is it the sight of The Big Red Barn that warms my soul, I ask!. No, above foot stomping music and welcoming sight, it's the laughter I've heard before!. Magnetically, beyond my control, this force draws me like no other!. The promise that waits beyond barn's doors is one I've come to trust!. For within those walls nothing else matters, the weight of the world is forgotten!. Www@Enter-QA@Com
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So well said dear Ma, so beautifully put!. **gives you hug, passes the pipe to my left and weeps just a bit**Www@Enter-QA@Com
Everyone needs that 'night out'!. Even if you don't leave your own 4 walls!. That's what we have memories for!. It gets us through the difficult times!. Our life is a mountainous terrain!. The best we can hope for is a plateau!. The peaks are to be enjoyed, but don't get used to it!. You'll soon be disappointed!. The valleys are what makes us stronger, to appreciate the plateau, when we get back up there!. You'll get back up there, Ma!. I promise!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
I used to be able to vividly daydream!. I guess lately, my concentration isn't what it used to be!. I'm able to daydream, but my mind is too distracted!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
i smell the sweet smell of tobacco
hanging in the barn
i smell the locust smoke burning in the
fire place and the pungent smell of cow
manure lingering in the air
i smell homeWww@Enter-QA@Com
hanging in the barn
i smell the locust smoke burning in the
fire place and the pungent smell of cow
manure lingering in the air
i smell homeWww@Enter-QA@Com
As I'm driving sometimes I vividly see our old "get away house" and what we used to do there Their like mini trailers of a movie little snippits (pieces) of our life
Sometimes i think i can actually smell the smells of those days of old ,,,,Maybe I'm Crackin' Up ,,,Who knowsWww@Enter-QA@Com
Sometimes i think i can actually smell the smells of those days of old ,,,,Maybe I'm Crackin' Up ,,,Who knowsWww@Enter-QA@Com
A prose poem or poetic prose!. This is so visual and so descriptive!. Open all the rest of the doors, ma, and c'mon out and play!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
Good one, and yes, there are times when I am composing, that I close my eyes and see an entire video unfold in my mind!. Usually in fast forward!. Then I try to put it to paper!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
Farm life permeates my dullest sense, as airs of family, offering succor and salve, breach madness and call me home!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
i can feel the air buzz with anticipation of excitements!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
Turn the corner, ma!.!.!.!.
I think we're almost there!.!.!.!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
I think we're almost there!.!.!.!.Www@Enter-QA@Com