That which gives life can also take it away Life, a fragile balance between that which attempts to hold our attention and what we hold, on the inside We learn, if life (or death) does not first consume us, that we can only hold so much In our bodies, over fifty percent is contained, but …
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A Special Spotlight and Celebration!
Ode to 2022 by Charles Schilling It gave us round three “2020 two”! It gave us more tension and more lessons too. More are dead in the streets, more bombs dropped overseas. Another trillion or so dollars spent and another broken family. Tell me friend, can you say, if your fears have been relieved? It’s …
Golden Pink Gone
At least a dozen Happy Hours are just down the road; a theme and special for every liking. Attractive and peppy attempting to lure people into their brand of happy. “No thank you, I have somewhere else to be.” The hue is changing, I must move quickly. Cheers to their form of happy – pouring, …
my inspired blog back story
I wanted so much to just disappear; I did not want to talk to anyone, but most people need their goodbyes. I have had too many of them to need any more. "What are you going to do?" she asked me, as I was rolling my last cart of personal belongings to my car. Dammit, …
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 …
Poetry Outside (a special spotlight)
Poetry Outside by Linda Stecker i. Let there be poetry. Outside the fruit tree leaves are browning, struggling to live in the heat where I've neglected them. Inside I stay cool but I am struggling too; dehydrated, unconnected. ii. The birds only come to get their seeds. When the food is gone, so are they. …
A Story Set Free (audio poem)
A Story Set Free - Audio Poem They whisper and wait, the stories that exist inside of me. I write about what once was, to release them, to set them free. Elusive details captured on a page. My blank messenger conspires with me, coaxing the story out of hiding, and snaring it for others to …
Twilight’s First Blush
There was a time when I bathed in a certain magic found only during the twilight hours. A stillness. A soft pinkness. An advantage over the sleepers, sleeping away the most enchanting part of the day. I was a witness to the sun’s first appearance with eyes not rested from the night before. Eyes, glistening …
Easter Eggs and a Glossy Train (personal narrative)
Easter brings an early sunrise, reflection, time outdoors, and dinner with my family. Sometimes we place flowers at the cemetery and sometimes I get to hug two adorable great nieces. Even more rare are drives to the Pacific Coast during the Easter weekend. However the holiday weekend unfolds, it is peaceful. Easter hasn't always been …
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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 …
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