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Let It Be Easy (Peasy Lemon Squeezy} A Prayer to the Universe Longing to fill this glowing space back in. With my life, my creative breath Beauty of Me-ness Bee-ness For me to share the sights I seek to see And To Be Seen As Me, the One I Know I Am To Be And…
Overtime, inevitably, roots will show. Life if formed from and based on roots. Allow them to be there. Let them show. Let them comfortably confirm the origin of your wisdom, beauty, and change. And then feel free to cover them up again for another future unveiling. Interested in reading my more of my thoughts…
I chatter at it and Batter at it and still it is not fixed. The ages old self-diatribe I am not enough, I am not enough I tell everyone, I’m OK, I’m fine But in my mind there’s a line And I’m on the wrong side. The impossibility of moving on Tethered to a ghost….
Sometimes my brain drags. My sight gets bleary, my potential gets weary. Then I wish for an injection of hope. Make my hope dose from crisp sunny spring air, new music, and happy love hormones shot straight into my heart. Infuse it with the shivered pleasure of unproductive guilt-free time spent wandering and looking and…
Looking for all the answers, my anchorsout there…everywhere.For a fix, for an answer.When inside is truly where my wisdom liesawaiting my discovery.Every day I pray for a shift.I wish for ease. I wish for a life in which I’m appreciative and grateful,instead of disgruntled.Behind me I drag flaming oozy life bits.Instead of forgiving them, severing…
Chaos has been averted and contained Corralled and restrained. We left it behind. A Full moon now, Bright shadows smile at us as we roll forward, So slow, so unready. What comes Is gladly hidden. Left only with our hopes for all the news of our next day. Wanna see the whole month of posts?…
I was struck and inspired by a homily our Reverend Sue Browning gave recently. I am a knowledge seeker and a student of thoughts and actions, choices and acknowledgements. She mentioned this poem called The Layers by Stanley Kunitz and I was intrigued. A thoughtful piece about looking for ourselves, our good moments, our bad…
That slipping slope, The familiarity of Fear. Back down the hole I go to a place that I well know. Play it safe, do what you know. Where you stay they can not go. Stay with the flow, stay with the quo. Steer your fear clear. Cheer the others so they hear it’s not so…
This past school year, my son learned about a type of poem I was unfamiliar with. The last 2 credits I earned for college so that I could graduate were in an upper level poetry course. And I’ve still never heard of this. The type of poem is called a Cinquain. Created by Adelaide Crapsey…
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