Though beauty resides
In the grayest winter skies
Signs of spring bring smiles
Simply Sunday
Same and Different
How often
in our curious
attempts
to understand
the innermost
workings
of the brain
do we forget
the soul standing
in front of us?
Differences
labeled
as deficits
listed in order
of our perceived
preferences-
Yes, good comes
from understanding
but danger arises
when discoveries
serve only to
categorize
without helping us
understand we each
hold a purpose-
Oh, that we
could grasp
our differences
thru the lens
of our sameness
Simply Sunday
What am I?
I can hold
The weight
Of worries
Right alongside
The deepest
Of joys
I’ve had lots
Of experience
Held them for
Many others
Over the years
Moms and dads
Grandmas
Grandpas
As their arms
Held the tiniest
Of beings
Overcome
With love
Responsibility
And exhaustion-
One gentle push
Of their feet
Against the floor
And fears fade
With my back
And forth rhythm
That lends itself
To lullabies-
It’s okay
Sit down
Take a breath
You can trust me
Nameless
Initially, the word
Brings a shade
Of sadness
Nameless
Something
Unimportant
Even ignored
But if I pause
And consider
Each bright star
I saw shining
In yesterday’s
Night sky
My sentiments shift-
Yes, each star
Almost certainly
Has a name
But I could
Not possibly
Know them all-
My eyes see you
My mind knows you
My heart loves you
Each part of me
Holds its own name
And yet, deep down
Where the strongest
Emotions reside
Namelessness
Gives comfort
In the thought
Of experiencing
Something
So powerful
No name is needed
Once again, this poem was written during a poetry circle. Thank you, Ali Grimshaw https://flashlightbatteries.blog/, for creating such a beautiful space. ❤️
It’s Okay
I’m okay
Pretty
Convincing
As long as
I’m the one
Asking the question
Moving along
Thru each day
And then
Another
Heart
Inquires
Are you doing okay?
I have asked
It of others
Sincerely
Seeking
The truth
So, even if
The response
Brings tears
As it currently
Does with me
Keep asking
Because it’s okay
To not be okay
And some days
The tears just
Need to fall
My mom and I were recently talking about the sadness and missing my dad. But also that we still have hope for tomorrow. She wisely said tears need to come out. ❤
Question of the Day
Where do I start?
Is start the right word?
Perhaps, a better choice
Would be continuing…
The next step
The next word
May come
A bit easier
Not that easier
Is the goal
No, my goal
Should be
Living, loving
Remembering
All of which
Miraculously
Occur in one
Solitary second
A single step
Where the body
Carries the soul
As the heart
Continues to drum
Simply Sunday
Safekeeping
There are
Those days
I wish time
Could freeze
Temporarily
Of course
Just long
Enough
For my heart
To capture
The images
I never want
To forget-
Just long
Enough to
File them away
For safekeeping
So upon recall
They may help
Thaw any
Heartache-
There are
Those days
I wish time
Could freeze
Word List
I started the day with a two-minute word list writing exercise. Set the timer, start writing, and see where it goes. My list, not surprisingly, began with sadness and tears. But it ended with hope and future.
I haven’t used this exercise in a while. I’m glad I chose it today. Grateful for where it led.
My dad was proud of his grandkids and loved them very much. You can see it in the pictures. And they know it in their hearts.
He was so excited about becoming a great-grandpa. Even though he had not met this sweet new baby, he already loved her.
I know her mom and dad will tell her stories about all her great-grandparents someday. All the while, writing new stories to be shared in the future.
I can’t wait to meet our granddaughter…💗
Simply Sunday
On the Horizon
Joy filling
The vastness
Of desert skies
Sadness
Sinking
To the depths
Of ocean floors
Strength
Standing
Gracefully
On the horizon
As the sun
Continues
To rise and set
This Sunday, I am thinking about my sweet mom. She is strong and determined to keep going. And I am so very proud of her. ❤
Noticing
Deep orange
Rising into
The pale
As the sun
Falls below
The Horizon
Baby blue
Fading into
Dark dusk
As the light
Of another day
Falls asleep
An image ahead
An image behind
Depending
On the day
On the hour
Or my direction
Simply
Stunning
Anticipated
Every now
And then
Unnoticed
Piano Girl 