I was sitting at my make up table this morning getting ready for the day and I was inspired to write, yet again.

It comes on like a song that keeps repeating itself until you finally sing and dance to it then maybe, just maybe it will pass and leave you be.

I think my mind has turned into poetry.

Such a different perspective.  Photographers have lenses, they can adjust and use to alter a frame.  As a writer I never heard the song of poetry, as I focused on fact and insight, intellect.

Now everything has song and beauty to it.

All of my thoughts become poetry.

I think differently lately.

I see differently lately.

I am different lately. Continue reading →