Mary Jane's Shoes

Mary Jane's Shoes

Musings of one person among many. Not exceptional in any way, as with all, I have exceptional experiences and varied reactions to those events. Mine is one of many life stories and how I manage and cope with the events which make my life my own, I attempt to put forth by way of my writings.

You can scroll the shelf using and keys

You Are

May 31, 2012

You are seasoned hands guiding young fingers on keys.

You are an explosive work of art,

the stroke of brush on canvas.

You are colors painted with fierce thoughts stirring the settled.

You are an empty shelf soon full, then emptied save one jar.

You are water pouring into cupped hands and the sand displacing it.

You are calloused fingers meeting string, releasing tones that fix the broken.

You are the gaze of protective eyes upon a child at play

and the light in the young one’s eyes.

You are the sound of wind rustled blinds before the storm,

and after,

the sound of their stillness.

You are the scent of newly cut grass

and the musty smell of aging wood inside a time worn home.

You are the heat of the sun felt by blistered feet on tar.

You are coolness when toes are dipped in a shadowed stream.

You are the taste of sweet red wine and the aroma from the empty bottle.

You are the blink of an eye

and the drawn out linger.

You fill the soul and more than mend the heart.

You are the beginning, the end and all found between.

You are a brutal, exhilarating birth.

You are a graceful, frightening death.

You are each emotion and emotions combined.

You are new emotions never before felt.

You are music.

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