The light flickers and reflectsin the soft brown wood as rain sprinkles down outside.Disappointment isanother word for regret.I look up and down, side to sidetrying to focus onthis book I’m currently reading.Spurts of focus is the bestway to describe my lack of concentration.I have it,it’s just not as long as I like it.Water slides downContinue reading “The Candle”
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First Hour
The first hour of my day is quiet.I take my medication and wait.Sometimes I fall back asleep.Sometimes I’m left with my own thoughts.I reflect on what I dreamed, how well I slept,what I want to write.I’ve learned to leave my phoneon my nightstand.I notice the light in my room,how my muscles feel.I move from oneContinue reading “First Hour”
First Snow
Snow falls over the coast asit moves along the ocean at aglacial pace.I stay inside all day under piles ofold blankets, trying to stay warm.A new place with different snow,two months later than usualthanks to the warmer climate.I appreciated the extended timenot worrying about the snow.Many stores are closed, first stormlike this in the years,Continue reading “First Snow”
blue-colored night
the welcoming of winterbegins with a firework showwe watch from a balcony and marvel at the lightshooting across the skythe sound hits usrippling inland throughthe blue-colored nightbeing eye level withthe spectacle is an incrediblesight the glittery ones feelcloser like I could reachout my fingers and graba little magic lit from belowthe green and red linesbringContinue reading “blue-colored night”
Month 12
On the 1st of December,I walked by the seaand came home sweatingunder my coat.Tonight, as I writethis poem, rain poursoutside. Its poundingon my window. I’m cozyunder my blankets withthe heating pad onmy back and fuzzy sockswarming my toes.It’s been a week filledwith both good and bad,feeling really thankfulheading into the lastmonth of this life-changing year.
happy place
For two days, I disconnect from my reality. Time moves slowly. I trace the sun across the cloudless sky, rising up on one side of the horizon then falling below the other. I read my book, write poems in my journal, and only grab my phone to capture this beautiful view. For the first timeContinue reading “happy place”
Love Is…
Love is a loud room, people cheering over some stupid game and you look over at your person and everything else fades away. Love is a safe place, a space where you don’t hide like you do the rest of the time. Love is a feeling like no other, it’s why love songs are soContinue reading “Love Is…”
Self-Doubt
Writing is as natural to me as breathing. It’s how I make sense of my thoughts and reality. I place my thoughts on lines in my journal, it’s where they’re safe. I write with messy handwriting, though I’d say it’s become more legible over the years. I am a writer, I am a poet butContinue reading “Self-Doubt”
Creative Spark
The books I read Inspire me To see reality A little differently Remind me why I love to write To make everything Seem more bright To look into the sky And feel myself settling Into the ground With the soles Of my feet With a pen In my hand Connecting to my soul Creating somethingContinue reading “Creative Spark”
The Hunt For A Christmas Tree
While this pandemic has foiled A lot of plans this year, One thing it didn’t mess with was The annual Christmas Tree hunt. Every year for the last sixteen years, My family and some family friends have Wandered into the woods in search of The perfect Charlie Brown Christmas Tree. Normally, when we go onContinue reading “The Hunt For A Christmas Tree”
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