Inbetween Life

Typing on a phone can prove interesting. But I like making these shorter pieces. Inbetween life.

IW

A Writers Chair

Words hung in the airs senses.
Time travels through lives
Witnessed, real,  imagined,
Surreal, from the unreal and real.

Filling space with heart. Existing,
leaving to question its birth.

Story tellers souls are moments
of everywhere and everyone.
The worlds tale heard.

Just words, but we breathe them
with our souls wrapped inside
everything’s silent hope

The journey of hearts – ours
and yours.

The story of being human.

IW

 

The Poem – Framing Words

Moments
Pass in dusty ledges
Fingers trace mottled wood
And stop.

Breath a frame
By frame
Spoken forever
Fall into the shape
Traced, held in wood
In mottled fingers,
Side by side moving breath
To breathe, in
Breaths motion picture
Framing words.

~IW~