the further I drove, the closer I got to me distance restored my equilibrium and my regard for humanity traveling toward ten thousand stars only one needed to make a wish not on the brightest, but on one that stood out make a wish, I did I held tight to that wish, I did everything …
Tag: quiet
Shake things Up
Shaken for several generations Longer than any of us can remember Always the same scene captivating A final shake made the globe break Familiar scene fractured predictability shattered Magic poured out into the streets Some cried over the loss of same Others rejoiced We are free! Once made, snow globes never change. Unlike the big, …
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 …
Journey thru the Desert (video)
“The glaring light of the desert sun exposed a person's true face. I could no longer run or hide or pretend to be anything other than what I was.” ― Summer Shultz, from Stuck Wide Open https://videopress.com/v/6IkN2hSi?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Sharing nature photos makes me as happy as being in nature. OK, not exactly, but I do enjoy it and …
Words Unsaid (audio poem)
A quote just read, “Sometimes the best response is no response.” A quote that offers wise counsel, enlightened guidance, sage advice. Sometimes. Sometimes the best option is to remain mute – escalating tension may fail to deliver resolution Sometimes what appears unresponsive is just temporary restraint – eyes closed and lips counting to ten Sometimes …
Your Morning Glow (audio poem)
Your Morning Glow (audio poem) Toward you, my eyes are fixed Toward you, my hands extend Alone in the dark, I wait, I rest my tired eyes You change and disappear, but on you, I can always depend Eyes still closed, but the third one knows – You have arrived Many things come between us …
I Hear the Quiet Outside
I heard silence in place of the bell that continued to ring, although no children were nearby to hear it sing. The constant chiming, reminding me many things over the last three weeks, now quiet. The silence that remains inspired the following lines.
My Inspired Life 