Blue prose poem

Uploaded by Jeanne_Fiedler

My heart is destitute
for romance and passion
I am uneasy in my
skin of night blue
out of balance
way out there

I’m insecure and wayward
see people connecting
I am alone except for my
immediate family-a few
friends and the one I
chose to unleash my
true being –
to become one with in
heart and soul, Psyche’s

He seems distracted
and distant – he’s wrapped
up in practical living
I remain one with
my spirit, yoga, meditation,
art, and thoughts of depth
and purity – cleansing
and profound

I am at crossroads
I’m not sure where
I’m going
I need peace and
I need liveliness and

My map revised again
I know I’ll go where
I must go
to fulfill the passion
of my soul
to bring me back
to the surface on
the ocean of deep
and luminous dreams
and conscious evolution

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I was a really confused and crazy teenager and college student growing up in the 60's.  I love poetry, art, music and drama. I also love children and want to help them enter the hard world ready and able. I love Bill Clinton, Bill and Melinda Gates and last but not least, Barack Obama, because they are gifted and compassionate.  
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