Gwynneth Green poet and lyricist extraordinaire, her poetry and lyrical background are gifts from her grandfather, Bud Green

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the you

are you listening
to me
the me inside of you
the 1
you turn to
when lonely
when bored
the 1
who answers
with
sometimes
not so kind words
the 1
who thinks you’re the best
even
when

Prima’s dance

capturing
all the positivity
of the universe
in melodic movement

her spirit ignites
after twilight

basking in
a moonlit space

she embodies
grace

blessing
everything
in her realm
spreading beauty
with each pirouette

her dance
speaks
of strength
her dance
speaks

greatness

greatness came yesterday
when anger left
clearing a space for vision
leaving doom to fend alone

the magnitude of truth
finally fills the air
never forgetting
rather tucking away
despair
gloom

taking a long
slow inhale
exhaling a sigh
that has no hurt

taking

comfort a call away

there is something
something
bothersome
something
vexing

something in the air
that lingers around

despair
echoes
amongst the limbs

desolation
sticks
to the twigs

despondency
brushes
the bark

something
not quite right
when
light
fades
and
shadows

recycling of qi

sailing solo on calm a sea
searching for tranquility

reflect upon
the future
not the past

echo
the winds calling
with a whisper within

the space sought
resides in
every human
every being
it is the harmony
that binds every soul

the universe
holds

DO

it …………a collection
of mismatched
socks & shoes
a weird combination
of booze
the tv news
has nothing new
sleep an option
that would require
pop’n

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