(I)
Fibonacci in
Shells, presenting spirals in
Fossilized preserves
(II)
Sea shells with patterns
Adorned, offering fossils for
Future years to come
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “New Skin.”
If I could choose
To be anyone, anywhere
I would choose
To be a politician
With charisma, charm and grace
Diplomacy, tact and fortitude
So I could round up the leaders
To lead and direct
The global change required
To heal the planet we live on
So there will still be
A world we can rejoice in
*the more I read
the more I see
the more my heart bleeds
for this planet we live on
soon there will be no return*
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Happy Happy Joy Joy.”
I cry often am not scared
Of the emotional ride
Travelled on every day
Not often are there happy tears
But when hearing sweet angel
Sing my own words back to me
A river of joy, river of love
Flowed uninvited, unrestrained
I embrace those joyful tears
Accept any flows of pain
For tears of life remind again
Of life and that we live
Just as h20 changes form
From water, ice, steam and snow
My life has changed its form
From daughter, wife to mother
From student, employee to writer
My future is ever changing
Ever waiting for those words
Inside my head, inside my mind
To be released, and for those
Colors and endless tales
To no longer silent remain
But to be lovingly
Breathed into life
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/ice-water-steam/
(I)
Waking up to a
New year, hope for the future
And bury the past
(II)
May Twenty Fifteen
Be a year of good tidings –
Comfort, love and joy
Xo
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Here's an excerpt:
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Birds and fishes
Horse and bridges
Ice cream cones
And kangaroos
World’s best pies
And fields of green
Sweltering heat
And seas to cool
Welcome to Australia!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “All Grown Up.”
When I was the age of twenty two
I packed my bags and bid farewell
Kissed my father on the cheek
And thanked him for all he had done for me
I moved out of house
I moved out of home
To a tiny apartment
With a colleague to share
On my very first shop
I bought some milk, coffee and tea
And felt as grown up
As one could be