By Angela Noel
May 11, 2017
Words, Come Play With Me
Sun-warmed pine reminds me of home and mountain vacations. I want to write like evergreen smells.
My husband’s heart beats steady and strong when I lay my head on his chest, ear pressed against skin. I want to write like his heart sounds.
My son sighs when he snuggles into the crook of my arm for bedtime. His contentment and mine fuse like a warm blanket. I want to write like these moments feel.
Clean water rushing over my hot toes cools and tickles. I want to write like the water flows.
The petals of wildflowers on tender stems weave and nod when bees visit or wind blows. I want to write like these flowers play.
After three hours of errands, a tired glance at the mirror reveals inside-out pants. The snorts of my laughter scare the dog. I want to write like life is laughing with me.
Creators weave unique tapestries with universal threads. We mine the diamonds of memory to touch the divine.