the poetry of my life

August 7, 2009

Poetry to me is in the fine details of life. The real, living, depths of my soul feeling, LIFE. Deep down and far into my personal definitions of poetry lies my own reasoning's... and this photo, for me, captures so, so, many I have felt on a recent warm and very stormy day in my sweet home Alabama.

running through a cemetery... barefoot... wet grass... smiling... my mother was there... photos of her... memories of my aunt lingering... weepy mossy trees... most gorgeous bricks & white angels... water under the bridge... smudged makeup... angels... lush green everywhere... everywhere... most gorgeous wonderland... we were laughing... my Savior is Amazing... my God was smiling, I'm sure...