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! ā¤ļø
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It brings a different
Kind of Energy-
Up early
Focused
Get moving
Lots to do-
Boxes packed
Furniture loaded
A flurry of motion-
Until feet pause
Allowing hearts to
Say their goodbyes before
Heading toward hellos-
Another beautiful instance
Where joy and grief
Grasp hands and
Feet, once again,
Take the next step
Our family has experienced many moves of varying distances for many different reasons. Most recently, our son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter moved back to Oklahoma from Texas. We are excited to have them close by!
Today, we moved my mother-in-law from her home of forty years to a retirement community. The memories of five generations live in those walls and our hearts. Representatives from four of those generations were present today.
Many hands most definitely make for lighter work.
A thin layer of ice
Covered the ground
A few inches of snow
Covered the ice –
Below-freezing temperatures
Caused a full-stop –
Sitting quietly inside
Wrapped in a soft blanket
Purring cat on my lap
I did nothing productive –
Only sat – watching
As the birds hopped
From trees to feeders
To snow-covered ground
Then back into the trees-
Except for this one crimson cardinal-
He perched on the feeder
A little bit longer-
I’d like to think
It was just for me
In celebration of melted ice and snow
Deer pranced and played
In the damp grass
On the hillside
Circling a now-barren tree
That provides shade on warmer days-
Their joy, almost palpable,
Spread to the cars passing by-
Following days of teeth-chattering cold
They were a welcomed sight-
As I continued driving
Sunlight soaked through my skin
Warming all the way to the bone
Melting not only the ice
And snow outside, but also
The frost that had attempted
To wrap itself around my heart
When the Glass Breaks is a collection of poems divided into four sections: Living, Breaking, Mending, and Reflecting. The following poem is from the first section, Living. I hope you enjoy it! š
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A cold morning mystery
Footprints in the snow –
Perfect indentations of tiny talons
Two by two by two
Hopping a playful path
With no apparent beginning or ending-
Perhaps they flew in from
The nearby row of Loblollies-
A frequent layover for traveling
Families of cardinals, doves, and finches-
A peaceful place to refuel and rest
If only for a season-
A cold morning mystery
Footprints in the snow
Though not a mystery
Requiring a Holmes-like sleuth
One that created curiosity and smiles
Iām so excited to share with you my newest poetry collection!
When the Glass Breaks is a collection of poems navigating life, death, love, hate, joy, and grief. Each poem reflects a personal or observed experience. My hope in writing is always for honest connection. I hope you will check it out!
A huge thank you to Raw Earth Ink for making this project a reality!
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Early to bed
Awake at midnight
Is it snowing yet?
Sleepy feet wander
A drink of water
Back to bed
A few more winks
Awake again-another
Curious glance outside –
Still no snow-
Not a restless child sent back to bed
No, the magic of childlike anticipation
Finding its way into this heart –
Years removed from childhood
Yet, staring into the night
Waiting-feeling the joy
Carried by the snowfall
Long before it arrives
The voice in my head screams
As the one in my heart sobs
A flood of questions
Fills the gulf in between-
Unable to understand
Darkness capable of
Instantly turning
One heart against another
With no consideration of
The humanity within us all
Instead, focused on labels
Created, then vilified by men-
My head barely remains above
This continuous current of Information-
My heart aches for a sign of hope-
Sunlight after a storm
Twinkling star in the night sky
Laughter of a child-
The beginnings of truth
A calling for peace
The warmest of oranges
Disappears into the deepest,
Darkest of Blues –
Perfect backdrop
For a display of
Silhouetted trees-
Their true colors
Temporarily invisible
Yet, they stand tall
As details of their searching
Rewards from their reaching
Are etched into this brief
Window of time-
A reminder that each day
Will come to an end
But on the best of days,
A lingering gratitude
Like glowing coals
From a dying campfire
Holds enough affection
To warm my hands
Leave me with rosy cheeks
All the while, melting my heart
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