Drawing a blank on a screen
with no texture,
only the tactile nature
of the keys feeding
the black letters,
square and rigid,
on a screen with no texture.
But these black letters,
square and rigid,
write enchanting stories of
prairies, mountains, lakes
and oceans; trees and grasses,
peoples, animals, fish and fowl
asking us to imagine colour and texture.
“Books may well be the only true magic.”
~ Alice Hoffman, Magic Lessons
Where is the bright spot?
Did it pass by too quickly ~
snagged on
the back of my mind.
A snap of the fingers.
The flick of a light switch.
Quick as a hummingbird.
The smile of a passerby.
All things that
lighten my step and
ease my load.
“When every day seems the same, it is because we have stopped
noticing the good things that appear in our lives.”
~ Paul Coehlo, poet
A crescent moon
A single star
a darkening sky
no cloud shadows
fore or aft
in the quiet
of early evening.
“In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.”
~ Gertrude Stein, writer
(1874 - 1946)
