Poem for our Anniversary
Category: Poetry
Friday night moment
A poem on a Friday night . . . . I ask for guidanceThe words fallNobody buys itWhat am I doing? I get up at 4:50 a.m.Every day is the sameOr not15 years gone . . . How? I writeI prayA master at creatingNot at this I say I keep showing upI stumbleI bounce backWho…
Time
A blinkA woman, old and graySitting in a chair overlooking the lake A blinkRunning through the fieldsDon’t let the bees stingDidn’t have a chance A blinkPlaying an instrumentSitting on a fenceNeighbor parents watching the show A blinkOld and contentMemory fadingA life well lived A blinkMy wedding dayThe birth of my sonGraduation A blinkCrawling on my…
Friday Musings
I thought I was going to do something amazing. I had so many dreams, ideas, passions . . . then life happened. Some of the dreams were created and some fell by the wayside. Sometimes I look around and I observe an old friend making a dream a reality. I remember the disappointment. What if. I…
I am you
Perception
This weed flower (and it’s unique strength) I saw this morning reminded me of a poem titled “Perception” I wrote in 1996: we walk thru the fieldsand all we see are the weedsgrowing, expandingspreading through all of the landuntil that is all we see we forget about the flowersthe treesthe crystal blue-white skysometimes we wonder…
PE for the Soul!
PE for the Soul – how one girl learned to walk with strays and run with the wolves. Check out my book today! #peforthesoul
Welcome the day
Do you wake up every day groaning or smiling in anticipation? Today, try making a choice to get excited. . . No matter what is going on, turn it around and turn negative feelings and thoughts to positive ones. Take the time. Enjoy your day
Love is all there is…
LOVE Love is all there is it is a moment’s wonder an ending of time Love is eternal never forgotten only misplaced for we tread in this life creating illusions of separation of pain of darkness of despair of hatred only to remember. . . and we listen to the whispers in the wind and…
Box
There is this box at times I find myself in it is not anything planned but the lid just opens…and somehow I find myself in I have had my box since being a little girl it called to me… told me I was bad…but the box would keep me safe So I would crawl into…