These days, I listen to Pink Floyd and drown out the thoughts trying to infiltrate my good vibes.I embrace the sun and take photos ofwhat makes me happy — spring flowers,seagulls flying over the ocean,daydreamy clouds that let mepass the time in peace.I think of my grandmother,how this place was her whole life.She was theContinue reading “Wish You Were Here”
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Momentary Beauties
The days where I am pulled toward the outdoors, I follow the steps in the sand where the water had been hours before. The mirrored reflection on the land leaves me awestruck every time. How incredible these joys are, appreciating these momentary beauties as often as I can. A reminder of all the possibilitiesto come.
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.
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”
Green Eyes
For Jimmy I fell in love with your green eyesthe second I saw you.I watched their vibrancy fade overthe years but my love for you never did.You were a constant light inmy life, a source of comfortwhen everything felt unsteady.Your patience with your reality,especially with the cat always stickinghis foot on your foreheadwas unmatched.I admiredContinue reading “Green Eyes”
Writer’s Block
“The creative adult is the child who survived.” —Le Guin It’s difficult to explain to thosewho don’t understand.The throughline of childhoodbreaks off somewhere asthe decades continue on. I hold tight to my pen to make sense of those early years.How they definedthe womanI am today.Healing my inner childone day at a time.Poetry helped mefind myContinue reading “Writer’s Block”
Memory of Pink Faded Clouds
The early November skybefore sunrise is untouchable.It’s quiet but fierce, wantingto burst into the daybut takes a moment to breathe.I drive east. I watch the darkblue grow lighterpops of yellow appearbelow the horizon,as though the sun is ripping throughthe universe, through the land and sky,to say good morning, hello.Music plays, it’s too early tocomprehend aContinue reading “Memory of Pink Faded Clouds”
Fades To Blue
There’s light in the darkness,you just have to find it.When everything floats away from you,you can’t focus on anythingbeyond the buzzing sound your fear makes in your thoughts.You float away in your daydreaming,you stay there for years without seeing.It becomes your norm overnight,you follow the phases of the moon,count on one hand the shooting starsyouContinue reading “Fades To Blue”
Kaleidoscope
I drive down snowy roadsalong the coastlistening to chappell roantrying to stay warmtrying to stay sanein these monthswhere the sun doesn’t shineand snow drifts into pilestaller than me
These Lonesome Lines Were Lying Around
We only accept change after its happened.We live amongst each other,keeping our space while still acknowledging we share the same air whether we like it or not.The less we knew, the less we continued to care.We cared until we moved on to other things. It happened gradually over a year or two.The obsessions we hadContinue reading “These Lonesome Lines Were Lying Around”
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