Just for Today

Life is a journey lived one day at time

And just one word can make all the difference in a person’s day.

One word

One day at a time

to find your way back from despair

capture a memory

and embrace the day

It is a journey of the spirit

Finding pieces of joy

Can spark flickers of hope

That light the way for tomorrow~

*A Meditation

When you are silent

Breathe ~ Close your eyes~ Breathe ~ Think “Joy”

What do you hear?  What do you see? What do you smell? What are you doing?

Take these memories, feelings and thoughts with you into today.

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Not all Will be Merry & Bright

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Daily I stop

moments turn to

minutes

remembering

those who have said good bye

with tear filled eyes

like mine

who walk in shock

of those they’ve  lost

in a blink of an eye

changed forever

never will it ever

be the same

remembering

a smile

laughter to loud

heart breaking

hugs

no longer being held

wanting

one more

just one

more time

tears fill the night

heart’s scream

why

these are those

who are on my mind

in my prayers

everyone

Who received the diagnosis

phone call

knock on the door

that changed your world

I write words of

glass like slivers

sharp enough

to draw blood

in hope

from my journey

down the road that

convey the truth that

His mercies are new every morning

surrender the pain

to the truth

we were all born to die

I have found this is how

we live now

knowing

those we love

are not lost

they have been set free

from the cage

released from this

shroud of dust

there is peace

in releasing

what should have been

looking back I see

golden threads

in the middle of the storm

sparkle through the darkness

lives are  changed

never to be the same

there is no going back.

painful breath of life

we go on

daily enduring

learning to live

this new awkward

life

from here I see that

while we can

let us

love like crazy

laugh too loudly

living audaciously

Making Memories

for  those we leave

when it is our time to fly.

A life well lived

is the  gift of grief

when we choose to receive.

 

 

 

 

Five Minute Poetry

I’m back……:) I have been working hard at designing my life in such a way that ultimately will give me freedom to write. The pressure is easing up and I feel like this next year will be the year I will finish what I have started. But I have missed writing poetry and sharing freely with anyone who would like to read them. So I have decided to combine free writing with poetry and share whatever evolves. Drum roll please…..My new concept is called ..Five Minute Poetry. I set the timer and write in poetry form whatever flows is where I go. I realize this is not a new concept but I feel like it will be priming my brain pump and maybe something interesting will pour out….or not 🙂  Remember these are short, sometimes nonsensical, stream of thought…no stones pleas 🙂

On A Sunday~

In a Blink,
Twilight Blind,
Days run By,
in a wink,
In a bed your sweet head,
A lullaby turns to lament
in a brief escaping breath
All that is
unsaid
No Goodbye
Eyes closed
a whisper in the night
Haunting wind
shatter panes
Telling all
left unsaid
Sunlight blinds
shaded eyes
In a Blink
the end

your title goes here….

Today is …name that poem day!!!

Yay…please leave a comment with the title for the poem below the picture and how long you think it took me to write it.

It’s Friday…fun day…glad it’s not a Monday 🙂

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We grow

We change

We remain the same

All of our yesterday’s go up

In flames

Tomorrow is a gaping hole

Not sure what it might hold

Take a leap

Stand up straight

Eyes of love look deep

Within

Its faith

That’s what it takes

To win

At this game

We call life

 

It sits there in the back,

Crowding out love and joy

Reminding you what you had

all you’ve lost

what could have been

but never was

There it waits hidden beneath a memory

burns to the touch

a blink of an eye,

hopes turn to ash,

cold and dry,

the past,

you should be free

but it won’t leave,

coloring everything

there is no getting over it,

grief does not leave

it is the unwanted guest

who comes to stay.

sonnet of time

I am not one who really likes a lot of structure in my writing but I do love the rhythm of sonnets. So I thought it would be fun to play at writing one. I am not sure if you could actually describe the following poem as a fully developed sonnet so keep in mind I wrote it in less than fifteen minutes 🙂 because I am trying to use spare minutes to pursue writing in left over bits of time I thought that would be a good subject to start with.  I leave you with this little poem for your entertainment purposes only. Enjoy and Go be awesome…

 

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  1. The rough hand of time
  2. Leans heavy on my brow
  3. Pressing into my mind
  4. Seconds escape into minutes
  5. I feel the anxious haste
  6. Hours turning into days
  7. How can all be done
  8. There has been so much waste
  9. Of precious youth
  10. Poured out on useless haste
  11. Once lean and strong
  12.  Strength of mind
  13. Now tires and longs
  14. For rest and quiet

My love of Poetry

Writing poetry is personal and it is healing. My belief is that it does not have to be great or universal but it certainly should be your own truth. I started writing really bad poetry around the age of twelve. Writing and reading enabled me to work through the trauma, abuse, abandonment and I am forever grateful. And that is why I share what I write.

I love writing poetry for the emotional release and personal revelations it has given me. So the poem I wrote this morning may not be something that speaks to you or that you will even like. But maybe there is one other person who will read it and can relate to the words that I wrote this morning.           Choose to be happy…we can if we try 😉

 

 

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Sunshine

Burns my eyes

Reminds me of

Oh light of mine,

I walk alone in twilight

Escape the past

Distraction does not last

Open eyes reality melts

A deep abyss the past

Release the hold

It has on my soul

From hands gone cold

Burning bright

Sparks of light

Keep me up at night

Remember when’s

once whispered

carried away

on

hallowing winds

Wings of prey

Consume

 my mind

Unheard,

Little lies

We tell ourselves of better times

When all along it was a different song,

hummed along

truth settled

underneath

it’s what we do

To survive