May I lead the way throughthese delicate daydreamsalong the seaby the flowersunder the sunI listen to musicand find peacewith what I do not knowbeyond now.
Category Archives: Prose
Carwash
Turkeys fly into the trees,wobbling on the branchesas they settle into the night.The nor’easter windskeep me up — sounds of childhoodgoing through the carwashrush through my mindas I hear water being slammedat the windows, except nothingis being cleaned.A never-ending carwashcontinues throughoutthe night, getting louderjust as I almostdrift into sleep.
Boat In The Window
The placement of the sailsin the framecauses me to stopin my tracks.How perfect, I think.The window overlookingthe ocean mirrorsthe one facing inland,through both, I seepossibility. For Grandpa Boat
Extraditionary Exceptions
I am that personwho will take photos offlowers in shopping storeparking lotsbefore going insideand missing the sun.Appreciation for thebeauty around me,especially whenit’s finite, will nevernot be crucial inmy mind.For it reflects whatI want to see inthe reality we live in,finding the extraditionary exceptions inan ordinary day.
Follow the Sun
I breathe insalt air.I let go of worryas I feel the warmthof the sun on my bare skin.I am happy, gaining backwhat I lost in the wintermonths, not seeing or feelingthe day to its fullest.I follow the sun,I walk along the ocean.Happy to bejust to be.
Rest
I embrace quietlike a long-lost friend.Nowhere to go,nowhere to be,in my lonesomeI find serenity.
Mental Caverns
Moments that steal my breathfrom my lungs, pull me outof my racing thoughts,stop the looping altogether,are few and far between.Mother nature’s beautyoften is the one thingthat can snap me into now.These mental cavernsI crawl into without thinkingwhen things shift quicklyresemble the beauty with playingthe same scene of the same movie.I dream of these summer days,whereContinue reading “Mental Caverns”
Little Joys
The colors of flowers bring meMore joy than I can state.Seeing natural beauty sparkFrom nothing to somethingRadiates my soul in a wayThat’s difficult to explain.It’s a reminder of changeAnd time, both movingForward as is life, thatNothing is permanent.These fleeting beautiesWill settle or fadeInto the summerBut my what feelingsThe pull from me now.
Faces
The ways in which I viewMy reality come to the surfaceWith each new day.Some days are heavy and I learnTo sit instead of resist the wayIn which my mind has learnedTo operate, the protectionsIn place to keep me saneWhile I wiggle room to danceIn the madness of my mindUnder the stars and screens.Some days areContinue reading “Faces”
It’s Happening
Spring has finally arrivedonly took a month to makeher debut in this humble year.I embrace her fully as shesaunters into the day as thoughshe’s not held off her entrance,leaving us all freezing forfar too long, leaving us questioningif she was ever going to show up.But she does and we thank her for it,the birds singContinue reading “It’s Happening”
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