Reflections of Sentient

Reflections of Sentient Connie Karleta Sales

skins peeling in equity;
silken curves that crash down
the edge of my ears,
like waves
feel into you,
into each.

words drip.
you are peace.

writing into my spring;
fall cooing winter’s despair,
bended-tree whispers,
I listen, as
soundness reasons
with her own insanity.

blood-bitters soak.
you are quiet.

music calling as a dove
rippling within sincerity
encircling my smile;
seen into water’s edge
satire satisfactions
appease rejoices,
the you within each we.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower


  1. My sweet friend, I was missing you today and thanks to Helen I come to visit your page to taste your poetry and painting. May you have a wonderful week! Peace and much love always, BJ

    1. BJ! I am so glad you are here. I know I have been missing in action, wrapped in my own, I apologize. I miss you too. I am missing coming to the woodlands. Taste, what a most beautiful experience to share. I love it! take care, much peace and love! <3

  2. My Dear Heart – I have missed reading your poetry and seeing your art. I’m so happy to see this post. I have been so tied up with my daughter’s cancer fights, I neglected everything else. They are both doing well and I’m thankful for all the prayers. Keep painting Love always, your friend Helen

    1. Helen, I love you so much. I am so happy they are doing well. you and your family are in my prayer every day. not a day goes by, in the morning as I look out on the trees, I think of you all. I am giving the Sevicks permission to give my personal contact info. I love you. thank you my dear friend. <3

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