There is an average size to the human heart – a few ounces more if it pumps life through a man compared to a woman, or grams if that’s your method of measurement, though some things cannot be measured, and one size does not fit all. How can a heart weigh less compared to other …
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from the Trail
morning tug of war a primordial mind pulling me down where it is safe, and the space is warm the seeking mind ultimately wins pulling me toward a path that pushes air through my lungs, blood into my legs, and thoughts into my waking brain …………………… How many times I’ve passed him I’ve lost track …
Mornings like this
Poetry exists for mornings like this The jasmine is bursting Orange tea leaves are steeping A gentle rain is falling One drop now thousands Last night’s wishes offered to the stars on me, now fall Your essence etched across my heart I retrace softly and slowly, all that you are I live for mornings like …
A Quiet Progression
Never underestimate the quiet ones– the same trait that hushes their tongue is their superpower in a world full of loud voices clamoring to be number one. ************* I have listened I have agreed I have nodded I have conceded I have followed I have retreated I have let others interrupt I have had enough …
Let your Spirit take Flight! (dance)
Grounded, I know how to be. Feet planted for writing, teaching, listening, gardening, meditating, photographing, cooking and serving, bed-side tending, and for clothes and hearts that need mending. A responsible grown-up – you can count on me most of the time I am a focused woman moving through tasks but sometimes I must toss aside …
Living Poetry
playing poetry pebble tossed on a hopscotch square one step, two steps, skipping in rhyme get to the end, turn, then do it again reading poetry thank you, Dr. Seuss for writing lines that still delight and to you, Shel Silverstein for your tree that keeps giving loving poetry along the shore in Mexico, a …
No Hiding in the Dark
Who am I in the darkness? when a whisper wakes me from sleep when I am nothing but a barely visible heap Who am I in the darkness? when a mockingbird chirping in the distance sings a delicate song of hope and innocence Who am I in the darkness? when I cannot hide in the …
a Poet’s News and a Writer’s Dream (audio)
A Writer's Dream (audio poem) A Writer’s Dream Turning the key to her multi-million dollar spread a setting she dreamed, never expecting to step in a grand greeter showing off its polished white grin rippling replies, like her own, replayed her excited hello key securely slipped, bag dropped, down the hall she danced spinning, sliding, …
Beauty and Unity Revealed (audio poem)
"Beauty and Unity Revealed" Audio Version What has the potential to unite humanity? What brings people together in a world where some benefit from keeping the masses unsettled and separate? Art, and its many splendid forms Was the answer revealed And one that has and will continue to be A unifier, even if, on the …
My Inspired Life 