Karen's Song

I woke up this morning giving undue thanks to anyone. I took for granted that the sun was shining as I was showering. I turned on my computer without a second thought as I sipped my coffee. I clicked onto my usual poetry venue out of sheer habit and ennui. Looking for a way to expend precious moments I never pay attention to. Searching for something not thought of until that certain someone finds you. I stumbled upon words. I stumbled upon icons. I stumbled upon her. I read her visceral emotions. dedicated to a person I didn’t. I saw strength between each delicate letter. I felt unconditional love in the blank spaces admist each verse. My friend resounded unbridled courage that didn’t need a medal or a monument. She reverberated life. She reverberated power. She reverberated friendship. She presented me with hope. What a beautiful gift one can give. Although poetry is an art form - giving of one's self is silent godsong. Dearest poetess - although we are strangers I must tell you something. There is an angel beside you. You may not be able to see their halo or wings - but they are there. Not too many people are visited by mortal cherubs. You, my friend are truly blessed You cannot see me crying now, can you? ...can you? For: Debbie Guzzi Free Verse Seriously contest.