Poems from Sparkle Poetess

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Love is the essence of pure thought. There is nowhere that this thought is not. I grew up in a small town in Oklahoma, just beyond the outskirts of several gypsum plateaus and miles of sand. Words have always been my primary way to sort out my experiences into streams of consciousness that act as a form of self-discovery. After acquiring a degree in English, I relocated to the Catskills in order to follow my passions. The creative journey is unfolding before me and hope to help and inspire others through poetry and art. I have worked for a few years in a creative community called "Inspire Art" (a global community created by musician Sarah Fimm as a call to dreamers, thinkers, poets, artists, musicians, scientists and anyone that wants to use their talents for artistic, collaborative projects spanning various causes) and am focusing on expanding the boundaries of all I thought was possible to accomplish. With experience as an assistant director, I have since been working on projects that incorporate visuals with audio poetry to create a multi-sensory, poetic experience. As I also have a deep passion for music, I have been filming recording artists in the studio and creating visuals for instrumental albums on top of working on the release of my own poetry album. There is much in the world we can do when we work together. Love is real ~~~ www.sparklepoetess.com
We hide inside our separate corners Waiting for the arrival of a sound To set our feet upon the ground Patient for an invitation ...
There is a land of radiance that shinesFar beyond the world, waiting deep within.The one became two; the one recombines, Hiding the end...
It has been an era since I have gazed Into the mirrored eyes of morning. The thought lingers in an ocean Of fruitless expectation. The...
A longing within the deepest of skin Flows like a heedless stream For there we were, distant but sure That all was like a waking dream   I...
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The flowing waters of Eros Traversed the infinite space Where cold and stoic I lingered Far from warmth’s embrace   Slowly, thus intrigued...

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