Despite the noisy chaos
of this world
peace settles on my heart
as a dove white feather ~
to tie myself to
the rattle of swords,
the devastation of homes
is of no help.
Pleas for help rain down.
I feel overwhelmed until
I remember my belief in
ripples of calm each life can offer.
Despite the noisy chaos
of this world
peace settles on my heart
as a dove white feather.
“There is peace even in the storm.”
~ Vincent van Gogh
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| December 2022 |
Imagination blown
by the wild wind
on this April snow day
is as light as the flakes that do
their forced dance and race
through grey clouded air.
Were this December,
the reality would be welcomed.
Today, if I forget
the date on the calendar,
I can see the beauty and
welcome the crisp cold air
on my face
pulling my woolen collar
up to my chin,
wrapping my arms
around myself in a warming hug.
A single tiny bird
ignores snow and wind
to flit from tree to tree
before flying away.
“Snow in April is abominable, like a slap
in the face when you expected a kiss.”
~ L.M.Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside (1939)
Planted
Tiny cat grass seeds
in a makeshift flower pot.
No need for a green thumb
or a wide acre of soil
only this little pot filled with
soil for the little seeds to be
harvested by my kitty’s sharp teeth.
“Grass must bring life.”
~ Susan L. Marshall,
All the Hope We Carry
Another blank page
Words beg for release
Mere hints of poetry
“There are no blank words. Just blank pages.”
~ Hadinet Tekie, poet and artist
There is always a story
in every day
routine and nondescript.
Like the fellow
who delivers my groceries ~
always a big smile,
a happy voice and
a cheerful aura.
Black hair wild and wiry.
His bulk carries my groceries
and his cheerfulness easily
~ this is a story at my door.
“We’re all stories, in the end.”
~ Steven Moffatt,
Scottish TV writer and producer
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
