The Hidden Power Of A Touch
Poem
I stumble out of bed my warm feet hitting the cold floor
they crackle and they pop as I’m tiptoeing to the door
messages in morse code, creating movements still unseen
causing paths to change their course so easy, I can do it in my sleep
I'm making ripples
y
e
a
h you
heard
me right
I
'm
M a k I n g
~~~~ripp~~les~~~~
~~~~***~~~~***
when the rhythm is right
and the time has arrived
like a bird taking flight
the vibrations ignite
And create ripples
Lovely life changing ripples
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
influencing and influenced
by the music around me
Continually shaped and impressed
like the shore touched by the sea
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sweet, sacred rIPPleS ~~
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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