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Daily Canvas

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Pink flowers smile as
I leave for work
Birds sing their morning songs

Trees offer a Good Morning
Stately or giggly, depending
on age, mood, and the weather

And then there are
those magnificent clouds

Sometimes they are accents
across the day’s canvas
Other times, they cover
the entire landscape

And me? The traveler
Sometimes weary
Always determined
to notice and wonder

A precise wonder,
thankful to be even the
smallest figure in the
painting that is today

The Poetry Marathon Prompt 2

Write a poem that includes the phrase “precise wonder.”

Uncommon Aria

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I recognize her song,
though it often changes,
dependent on her journey.

Does she choose her own?
Or does it choose her?

Traversing through
a grove of Aspens, she
sings a melody
gentle and sweet.

Each glistening leaf
adding a note of color.

Coursing over rough rocks
on the shoreline, she
sings a melody bold
and courageous.

Each pulse of the current
increasing her resolve.

Each melody, each path is a journey
of awe and wonder paired with challenges.

Listen. What song does she sing for you today?

Simply Sunday

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Bird’s-Eye View

I see you perched
at the highest point
on the top of our roof

What do you see from up there?

I feel jealous of your current
position-The broader, all-
encompassing perspective

Does it lighten your load to see
further into the landscape?

Does it reaffirm that there is
light shining in the darkness?

I choose to believe your answer is Yes!

Pastoral Pink Petunias

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“Where flowers bloom so does hope.”
~ Lady Bird Johnson ~


Heads bowed, a quiet
Thank you! for protection
during the stormy night

Now, rain barely falls.
And they nod, barely aware.

Faces turned toward
the afternoon sun-
Their preference-maybe later

Solemn quiet allows space
for a prayerful song

Growing deep from within
where roots, long forgotten,
began to wake due to the

Slow seeping of evening
rain reaching the underground

A renewed purpose-Holding
strong, so the faces above
remember their origins

Reassurance that they will
again turn their faces to the sun

Knowing from their current
posture, future sunlit faces
will accompany grateful hearts

Simply Sunday

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Questions 

More and more questions
Many answered before
the realization that 
They even lived

What should I wear today?
What do I want for lunch? 
What time should we leave?

Questions that serve 
to move my feet 
through the physical

And then there are 
those questions that 
cause me to pause

Why do I smile when the trees speak to each other?
Why does the smell of sawdust remind me of Dad?
How is it a terrible storm leaves behind such peace?

Questions that simultaneously
freeze and thaw my heart
As I consider the answers

Answers that will undoubtedly 
change with age and experience
As long as I continue to ask

Hushed

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The progression is slow
A snail trailing from one
side of the sidewalk
to the other

A caterpillar inching
from stem to leaf
Ready to face its
final transformation

A curious smile
growing with the
increasing warmth
of the sunshine

The whole sky
shining clear
and blue
and wide

The unease from
yesterday and the
day before and the
day before that…hushed

Listening to Johnny Cash

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Layering itself within the everyday,
grief flows between memory and
emotion through eyes, ears, heart-
Leaving me with new reasons to miss you.

Johnny Cash spinning on your
granddaughter’s turntable.
We listened to Johnny Cash
on a long drive in my car.

Your grandson wearing
one of your straw hats.
I found a picture of you
wearing said hat, smiling.

My sweet granddaughter
and her blue sky eyes.
You would have been
so excited to meet her.

Your voice in my head, fading.
How’s my little girl?

Grief flows between memory and emotion through eyes, ears, heart-
Leaving me grateful, yet
wishing you were still here.

Mom and I had a recent conversation about how we sometimes struggle to talk about the ones we miss. I get it. There’s a fear of causing tears, sadness, and increasing grief. But I’m finding that talking about my dad, remembering good times, brings peace. Yes, it may also bring tears, but tears have the power to restore. ❤️

Goals

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They offer the sweetest Good Morning.
A gentle wave, almost imperceptible
when the wind is calm.

I noticed them yesterday.
I noticed them today.
They will not be here forever.

Truth is, neither will I.
Truth is, neither will you.
So, how do our Good Mornings compare?

Some mornings, the words
croak through scratchy cords
as hands rub grit from sleepy eyes.

Even on those days,
I see you smiling over
your first cup of coffee.

And I smile back-
Maybe not quite as sweet
as the Pink Bubblegum Petunias.

Their name alone makes
competing a challenge-
Though it offers a worthy goal.

Sweet Good Mornings
Conceding the temporary
Leaning into the enduring

Happy Earth Day! 🌎🌸

Simply Sunday

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How to Greet the Day

With a yawn
and a stretch
Eyes still closed
Lay still, and listen

Listen to the birds
Happily chattering
No fear of creatures
still silently slumbering

Listen to your heart
beating slow and steady
Breathe in grace, mercy, hope
Breathe out a quiet Thank you

I found myself in need of this reminder today. Perhaps you need it, too. ❤️🕊️❤️

Rising

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Do you feel it?
The growing weight

A blanket sewn of fear
and hate cast over
everyone in its path

Another layer added
with each news story,
unsolicited opinion,
misguided answer

Like being wrapped in
a down comforter on
the hottest day of summer

And I am suffocating

But no amount of worry
will ease the weight
Or change this season

Do we burrow deeper?
Do we kick off the cover?

What if I reach for your hand,
and you reach for mine-
Then together, together

Like brilliant sun rays
piercing storm clouds
We poke pin holes
in the fabric

Each aperture releasing
a breath, a smile, a memory-
Droplets of hope
Rising in solidarity