White and whispy
They floated upward
From the horizon
Into the wide blue-
Like doves, with wings
Spread wide
Their numbers,
Infinite –
The worries holding my heart
Began to fade-
Not entirely disappearing
But loosening their grip-
It’s funny how peace
Occupies the most
Curious spaces
And requires
Only a small
Measure of time
Before offering relief-
I may have been driving my car
But it was the clouds
That carried me home
Tag: nature
Simply Sunday
Happily Lost
I’ve sensed rhythm
In the rain before
But this time was different-
The raindrops seemed
To create patterns of
Threes and fours
Triplets and sixteenths
Alternating, gently pulling
And pushing the tempo
Of the song playing
On the radio-
How was this possible?
I crinkled my forehead
As if a deeper focus might
Answer my question-
But then the patterns were gone
Whirled away with the wind
Leaving my mind to rest-
No matter-
For just a moment
I was happily lost
Between the rain and a song
Kelley Morris, piano
Simply Sunday
More Than Enough
Tiny feet
Not typically
What I would
Notice about you
Yet, there you were
Quickly crossing a busy street-
I slowed down a bit
Smiled as you
Made it to safety-
Why didn’t you fly?
After all, you have wings-
For a reason unknown to me
You chose not to use them-
Perhaps the wind was too strong
Or the distance was too short
No matter, your resolve
Shown through with each tiny step-
I suppose, sometimes tiny steps
Are more than enough
Quite a Pair
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
Contentment
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
Williamstown, Massachusetts
Simply Sunday
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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Perfectly Flawed
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
Simply Sunday
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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Washed Away
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
Simply Sunday
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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Piano Girl 