J Ann Crowder

I was told while feeling sad, “turn life into a metaphor”
 
My heart ponders metaphors, for joy
 
It reaches towards Mother Nature and I become something more transparent
 
My heart becomes the germinating seed and my mind an ocean of depths unknown
 
My soul is merely a locked door waiting to be opened
 
The key is the universe
 
My body is infinity
 
I see no beginnings or endings to my being
 
As I cling to nature’s solace and create metaphors
 
I adore nature’s gift
 
Now—I imagine my existence woven into her magic threads
 
Now—my soul can breath
 
I,
 am something more than drifting particles in hot sand storms
 
I,
 am the painted desert

Written August 16th, 2016.

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Usamat sodiq
5 months

An amazing one...

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
4 months

Thank you!

José Mario Calero Vizcaíno
12 months

Very lovely

Nelson D Reyes
about 3 years

Everlasting to everlasting. Love this.
Thank you Jenifer

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
about 3 years

Thank you for reading. I wrote this poem as a suggestion from a friend. I never imagined it would turn into my most read poem. I look forward to reading more from you!

Vic
about 4 years

Meraviglioso :)

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
about 4 years

Thank you Vic!

Barb Clarke
about 4 years

This is lovely, a wonderful poem!

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
about 4 years

Thank you Barb!

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