Sometimes,
facing life’s challenges
makes you feel as though
you’re trying to fit
through the eye of a needle.
The way to make it through is
one thread at a time.
Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Eye Spy
Through the Eye
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Category Archives: serious stuff
Haiku Seventeen ~ Two Kinds
sadness descending sometimes cold fog enwraps me sometimes a warm shawl
Thankful Thursday
In appreciation
of
and gratitude to
those who have served to keep
freedom alive
for the next generation
Juxtaposition
Flow
ponds of consciousness run deeper than flitting streams thought ripples take time
Finding Happy
The theme for this week’s Daily Post photo challenge is “happy place,” and the question is “where do you go to get your groove back?”
I don’t so much have a “happy place,” as I do a “contentment place.” When life gets a bit too chaotic, here are three of my “retreats”:
Walks with my buddy.
Getting lost in creativity.
Nature
I actually have many happy places. In fact, I’m in one right now. I call it “home.”
Weekly Photo Challenge: Happy Place
GLove
Skin so soft, I hesitate to touch it sometimes with my age-worn own. My knuckles, a roughened ridge spanning the width of my hand. Yours, an innocent row of dimples where hand meets fingers. When you reach up to hold my hand – or maybe just a finger or two – I am honored. It’s a gift, so swift in the offering that one might miss it, mistake it as just something we do, holding hands. But I catch it, and hold it, and tuck the feeling away in my mind, like a hand slipping into a glove, to keep warm for when coldness sets in.
WordPress Writing 201, Assignment Three. Prompt: skin. Form: prose poem. Device: internal rhyme.
Hand in Hand
Haiku Twelve ~ Flawed
some say love is blind true love perceives many flaws and loves nonetheless
In a Heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat today.
A fetal metronome
nestled in your mother’s womb.
Strong, fast, like a powerful locomotive
chugging away.
And all the more impressive
as it’s likely the size of
a grape seed.
How does your little heart know how to beat?
How was it set in motion?
Who wound the spring or
flipped the switch or
turned the key in the ignition?
Did it take a moment to warm up?
Or was the beat just there
like the first pounding notes of a John Phillip Sousa march,
striking up to dash the silence
in the blink of an eye.
Or – one might say – in a heartbeat.
Perhaps your precious heart
has been beating all along
somewhere in the Universe
waiting its turn to turn up the volume,
to resume its rhythm,
to pick up where it left off
in some prior lifetime.
Whatever miracle set your heart in motion
and brought it forth at this time and in this place,
I am honored to play a part in the symphony
for which it beats a perfect percussion.
It astounds me sometimes
how quickly life proceeds.
From a grape-sized fetus protected in the womb,
to a soft-skinned infant nestled in your parents’ arms,
it will happen in the blink of an eye,
or – one might say – in a heartbeat.
When you are born
I will not fall in love with you
at first sight.
I already fell in love with you
at first sound.
And it all happened
in a heartbeat.
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