Being Here


the words do not prevaricate
but pop in 
the truth of what I see
about being here
when morning blushes in the sky,
a speckled rock winks at high noon,
and the wind blown grass
writes it's portrait in the sand
wisps of hair tickling earth's skin 
leaving finger tip trails,
and like birdsong at sunrise
poetic verses come to life
spoken in my head, 
and some
will find their place on my fingertips,
cursive loops upon the page,
and others 
will blow away 
like the rustling leaves 
here today and gone tomorrow

©Heather Carr-Rowe

NaPoWriMo Day 18 –  write a poem based on the title of one of the chapters from Susan G. Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words. The book’s  table of contents can be viewed using Amazon’s “Look inside” feature. 

I chose from the section Following Your Words, the chapter title

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