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
Rain is our weather. Its intensity, Its wetness; The gentle music it plays While the trees gently sway, As light is prismatic color. Its...
I wandered through searching faces As the skies opened up in flame And stars reached back to embrace What calls us all by name   I sat...
If the universe were still before thee,Ready to gaze at thine emerald eyes,Then the quiet sun and stars dim would be;For what could...
The deepest crimson adorns A canvas skin, Wrapped securely in its hued dimension. It holds the sun in space, Keeping it a face Peeking out...
Quiet is the observer Motionless in kaleidoscopic torment. I thought until thought was meaningless. “Grab the pen! Grab it, you coward!” A...

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