At times I weary
All this invective burning
I’m charred and hollow
Tag: life
A Morning Meditation
Forcing wakefulness
I resist vigorously
Weariness grinds
I pull my dust together
And rise
Wednesday, traveling at high speed: A Haiku
Wednesday had gone past
So very much has been done
Longing for the trees
Denying Hope
So much of life lost
Since we deny so much hope
Leaves starting to fall
Writing’s Mystery
Amusing
How I put pen to paper
Expecting certain words
To flow gracefully
I’m always surprised
At what lands upon
The page
A birthday meditation
Compline sung again
Mark another year of life
I am richly blessed
Focusing on Grace
I learned long ago
To accept inconvenience
With grace, not anger
It’s a harder path, but very rewarding in the end. My focus is to build people up, expand community, expand interconnection. Grace helps that vision. Accepting people where they are/who they are.
A Haiku Response To The Daily Prompt: Coincidence
Destiny and fate
Does coincidence exist?
Morning autumn fog
My response to the “Daily Prompt”.
Today’s is Coincidence.
Exploring Sandra Bacchi’s “Watermelons Are Not Strawberries”
Sandra Bacchi, a Pittsburgh based photographer and cinematographer I discovered via Edge of Humanity Magazine. Her current project, “Watermelons Are Not Strawberries” stuns me with its beauty.
‘Watermelons Are Not Strawberries’ is a work-in-progress, as I continually seek to better understand myself and increase my awareness of how I react to challenges related to my experiences as a mother. The photos reveal to me how uncertain and obscure my life became with motherhood. At the same time, there is an undeniable clarity in how my daughters lead the way for me to follow a brighter path as I journey through my everyday life.
My favorite image from this collection. I adore how the girl’s dress blends so well with the tree’s summer-lit leaves.
Also check out We Are All In This Together, another of her collections.
I’m experimenting with sharing more than just my poetry. There are so many beautiful things out there which I desire to share. Our world, so filled with ugliness and rage, needs to see more beauty.Â
Wishing each of you a refreshing and recharging weekend.Â
The Freshman Suicide
A freshman committed
SuicideÂ
Died last night,
I hear the wail
Of robbed potential,
The silent home
A room, empty,
Where homeworkÂ
Should be studied,
Driving lessonsÂ
Rehashed,
Proms planned,Â
Eventually weddings, childbirthÂ
Joyful transitionÂ
Parent
To grandparent,
Planning OUR funerals,
Not of a child.Â
Funerals for childrenÂ
Brutal
Life is fragile.Â