Bread Crumbs
Lest I forget
In a world where life spinning out of control becomes the norm, finding a balance becomes a salient necessity. Why do I create? Life force drives my ambition to perform in a myriad of ways. Finding a home in those creations is my reward and curiously it may even be found spanning lifetimes.
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Like bread crumbs
I scatter
my future about
landmarks
Step stones
reminders
From past lives
Lest I forget
my direction
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Intuitively balanced
My center flows
Luscious and free
My creativity
Takes form
As sculpture
Painting - poetry
my future witness
Is me
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Nothing in life
matters but these
Landmarks
Step stones
Lest I forget
Individuality
And to insure
The direction home
About the Creator
Jan Portugal
I love the adventure writing takes me on. I enjoy the idea of sharing them with an audience. I hope you enjoy my visions too.
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