I carefully watched
Their rapid approach
Unsure if their speed
Would slow enough
For a successful landing-
But I was soon amazed by
How gracefully they glided
Across the pond-
Barely disturbing
Its glassy surface-
I wondered
How far they traveled
How fast they flew
And if their takeoffs
Were as impressive
As their landings
Let’s take a walk
Just you and me
Hand in hand, no concern
For our destination –
Wandering easily toward
The blues, grays, and purples
Rolling in the distance
As barren silver-covered branches
Quietly whisper our names-
Perhaps if we walk long enough
We can sit underneath the tree
And rest awhile against its trunk
Listening to the surrounding sounds of life
Until sleeping the most peaceful sleep
Unsure if our walk was reality or dream-
Content with either answer
One thing I often want more of
When I realize how much
Has already passed
My appreciation grows
Exponentially
Even for the tiniest sliver
A moment to breathe deep
An uninterrupted hour to read
The opportunity to
Sit
Listen
Laugh
Talk
Cry
With no other intention
Simply being together
In awe of this precious gift
Only now beginning
To understand the irony
The less of it that remains
The more cherished each measure
We hope and dream
Plan and build
Laugh and live-
Until we compare-
Then we search and rethink
Remodel and rebuild
Until our misguided focus
Causes discontentment and
Greed leads us to
Tear down and abandon-
Oh, that we will realize
Before it’s too late
Our emphasis on places and things
Has the power to destroy the heart-
Unless we, the people,
Choose to treat each other
With dignity and respect
Dreaming and planning together
To build a kinder, stronger tomorrow-
At least, that is my hope…
When the Glass Breaks is a collection of poems divided into four sections: Living, Breaking, Mending, and Reflecting. Today’s poem is from the final section, Reflecting. I hope these last few weeks have provided insight into my writing style and this collection. Thanks for listening! ❤️
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Standing at the water’s edge
No hint of a breeze
It is hard to tell where the water ends
And the sky begins-
A reflection so clear
Trees, clouds, and sky
The perfect mirror image
–But perfection is never a reality–
And my contemplation rapidly changes from
Crystal-clear-painted-on-plate-glass
To soft-blurry-impressionist-canvas-
Fluctuations caused by the slightest breeze
Or the gentlest toss of a pebble-
Enough motion, and the image completely disappears-
No wonder my own reflection causes confusion-
Rarely do I stand perfectly still, staring into the mirror
Without random thoughts breezing through my head
Or someone gently tapping my shoulder- Oh well,
If I spend too much time in front of the mirror,
I will miss the treasures only visible
Standing at the water’s edge
When the Glass Breaks is a collection of poems divided into four sections: Living, Breaking, Mending, and Reflecting. Today, I am sharing a poem from the second section, Mending. Thanks for listening! ❤️
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There we were
Standing on
Grandma’s front porch
Me and Mom
All her sisters
Even Grandma
Was there talking
And smiling
Strange how young
She looked
I should have been
A child-And yet,
There I stood
Seeing them all
Thru grown-up eyes
A gift all its own
As one sister drove away
We all waved thru smiles
And tears, uncertain
When she would return
Such is the bond of
Mothers, daughters, sisters
Pouring love and strength
Thru laughter and tears
Over each new generation
Of mothers, daughters, sisters
I awoke in a sea of emotions
Thankful for the strong women in my past
Thankful for vivid dreams invaded by
memories
I haven’t heard rain like that in a long time
Rain preceded only by strong winds-
No sprinkles
No light showers
A horizontal wall of water
Falling with a thunderous Woosh!
So loud and powerful
It would surely wash me away-
But I’m still here
Lying still-listening
As it pours harder and harder
Grows louder and louder
And I begin to wonder
If it will ever stop-
Not in a sense of despair
Instead, wondering how long
It will take to wash away
The mounting layers
Of arrogance and hate
So eyes and hearts will
Once again, be open to the truth
Of loving our neighbors as ourselves
When the Glass Breaks is a collection of poems divided into four sections: Living, Breaking, Mending, and Reflecting. Today, I am sharing a poem from the second section, Breaking. Thanks for listening! ❤️
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