White and wispy
they floated upward
from the horizon
into the wide blue
Like snowy doves
wings spread wide
in a recurring
pattern of flight
Worries that held
tight to my heart
began to fade-
Not withdrawing
but loosening their grip
Funny how peace occupies
the most curious spaces
requiring only moments
before offering relief
I may have been
driving my car
but it was the clouds
that carried me home
The Daffodil and Me
Buried deep in the earth
surrounded by fertile soil
a cycle of moisture
and warmth from
an unseen source above
Encouraging the tiniest of stretches
Baby roots begin
to reach while
grounded- In chorus,
ready to follow
an unknown path
The hard work of
seed to sprout-
The patience of
bud to flower
while weathering storms
Until the sun affectionately
lifts her lovely face
toward the sky
begging the question
What comes next?
This poem is from my collection The Space Between Clouds.
Simply Sunday
IN THE CLOUDS
Posed on a calm
quiet breeze
or shouted
in frantic storms
the question remains the same
Do you see me?
My soul longs
to slow down
to be still
Locking my eyes on
the whole of you
Do you see me?
Recognizing the purpose
provided in your design
whether serene or inclement
Answering your question
as you answer mine
Yes! There you are! I see you!
Simply Sunday
CLEANSING RAIN
Cold, heavy rain falls
No end in sight
A constant hum
forcing quiet
contemplation
The sound of troubles
being washed away
Cleansing the
Cluttered
Landscape
Reminding my heart
even while we live
under the same sky
our needs vary place
to place, day to day
If this day found you
weary, parched or hollow
May it leave you
refreshed, quenched
and overflowing
I am grateful for the opportunity to share my poetry this afternoon at Tidewater Winery in Drumright, OK. I wanted to share one of the poems I will be reading with you.❤️
I have been absent from WordPress lately- just life- and have missed reading your words. I plan to get back in a routine soon.
Simply Sunday
Some days call for revisiting, revising, and then sharing again. Today is one of those days. Sending Love. 💙
Living Kindness
Thirst quenched
with a cup
of cool water
Hunger eased
with a tasty
morsel of food
Fears calmed
within the warmth
of safe shelter
Hands in
desperation
seeking to survive
Hands in
kindness
seeking to share
Hand to heart
Heart to hand
Soul to soul
Doorways opened
Pathways cleared
Kindness lived out
Simply Sunday
Little Lights
I remember catching them as a child-
We called them lightning bugs
Our own personal lanterns
inside glass canning jars
We poked holes in
the metal lids so
they could breathe
Our innocent attempt at compassion
Still, there was a strange
sadness seeing them
up close, held captive
Perhaps because lights,
ours and those belonging
to the lightning bugs, are
meant to shine as we are going
Felicitous Fissure
A heavy haze dimmed
the morning sun-
Smoke from distant fires
Your sudden appearance
displayed a momentary
ray of light
A welcome distraction
from the dusty horizon
I thought you were alone-
Standing, innocent,
out in the open
The lovely green field
a perfect contrast
with your soft tan coat
Then I saw the other-
Your sibling, perhaps?
Barely visible, camouflaged
by a patch of tall grass,
as if hiding
An early morning game
of hide-and-seek?
Do soft, tan fawns
play hide-and-seek?
The thought causes me
to smile as I
continue driving
Hopeful I will soon
break through the
gauzy veil threatening
to steal my breath
An unexpected fissure
begins to form as I
imagine you hopping
into the tall grass-I found you!
Simply Sunday
Some days were made
for cloud watching
Days when light and
shadow compete at
such an intense level
They almost
overwhelm
the imagination
Those days when the world is moving so fast
And it feels impossible
to slow
down
and
breathe
Look up! Make it a day
for cloud watching
And if the clouds are few,
close your eyes and dream
Rhetorical
Baby clouds fade into
the dark midday sky
Ruminating on
the abandoned
wasteland below
I wonder if the clouds
noticed children
playing in the ruins?
I wonder if the world noticed?
Echoes of war mute
all signs of life. Only
children make an attempt
What if the world
saw them in the heart
of the destruction?
Would reactions be
powerful enough to
soften hardened souls
To finally protect the
innocent long enough
to clear away the rubble
We all know the answer
As do the clouds
We have seen the children
No longer playing
No longer living
And the rubble remains
Simply Sunday
Simply Sunday is back! I participated in an author event yesterday, and several friends stopped by. 🩷
Inviting
It has the power
to convey a lifetime
Transcending years past
Instant recall
of sweet memories
as well as difficult days
Its beauty lives in the eyes
The way they twinkle,
glimmer with tears
A message
Clearly conveyed
I see you, I remember
And sometimes,
that sweet smile
acts as a magnet
Connecting past with
present, offering
hope for the future
Piano Girl 