Legs crossed
One foot planted
Firmly on the floor
Securely guiding me
Back and forth
A gentle rocking
Not the flying
To the sky
Back and forth
Of childhood
No-this is
The swaying
Of contemplation
A vantage point
For the familiar-
Scenes now fuzzy
Thanks to frayed lines
On well-worn
Window screens-
Yet, beauty remains
Holding power to
Release a rush of
Memories even
As clarity fades-
New-found gratitude
Blurs my restlessness
With each image seen
With each motion felt
With each moment spent
On the front porch swing
Kelley,
These are the lines I want to reflect back to you,
“This is
The swaying
Of contemplation
A vantage point
For the familiar-”
I always find comfort in the rocking chair.
Thanks for writing with me today. Take care.
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Ali-thank you for the opportunity. I hope this week brings you rest and renewal. 🤗
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We’ve just expanded (by 100%) our front porch and – despite the lack of a swing – and we’re spending about 100% more time out there, especially mornings, absorbing coffee and birdsong while we still can before the first snows arrive,
Thanks for sharing the great write, Sister.
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Thanks, Ron! Sounds absolutely perfect! Enjoy those mornings. ☕️😊
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Love this! And resonate with it … the swing on my front porch gets too little use during summer heat … time to go out there and reconnect!!
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Thanks, Jazz! Hope you enjoy that swing. ❤️
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