To all the writers, poets, photographers too
In lands far away and near
Who have felt a few words from my heart to you
A little gift on this special day
To say a very big Thank You!
The light flicks on, and what do I see?
A pile of books looking at me
Scan through the list to find want interests most
Surely there will be a simple clue to answer this post?
But no, what we have is this!
A Book of rhyming poetry
Fiction for both young and those aging
A modern inspirational autobiography
Atop a classic penned by Dale Carnegie
A Thousand Splendid Suns
And How to Heal my Heart and Life!
Compilers and guides to grow my mind
A magazine, too, thrown in on the side!
But from all of these
Fine books piled up and never quite read
My very favorite words must surely be
This simple poem gifted to me!
A single bus and then repeat
In a straight line proudly stand
Awaiting their journey’s start
At leisure while in another place
Travelers anxiously strain
For a glimpse of that expected arrival
Anticipating a bright splash of yellow
Or maybe today, perhaps, there might be red?
What happens when your dreams come to pass? What happens when you dream a dream, and it comes true? What happens when there are no dreams to take its place? What happens with the void that is left in one’s heart, and one’s soul? What happens then?
Blowing bubbles in the wind. Being released into the world. Floating higher. Vulnerable. Fragile. Precious. Which ones will survive? Will any survive? Will they all be crushed? Remnants of thoughts and desires. The dreams are dreamt, and they become real.
Being moved by music throughout my life, different songs and tunes evoke different memories and thoughts and feelings in my mind. There are so many favourites that would come to mind, so I decided to think back on the first song I could ever remember. And there is only one – it would have to be “Don’t cry for me Argentina”, the original version by Julie Covington. Born in the seventies, I was but a little lass when I would stand in the privacy of my bedroom and sing to these beautiful lyrics. I would imagine myself as an adult, being able to sing and perform, and imagining my voice as crystal clear as the singer of this song.
Listening again to the words and voice, I am transported from where I now find myself – a wife and mother, to that place of being a child. Dependent and loved, with all the innocence of childhood and youth. And there is a small part of me that would hold on to that. As living beings, we will grow and mature and age, but there will always be some remnants of the child within us. That small secret part that needs to be loved, and cherished, and carries the hope of life – before the realities of survival appear. The innocence of a young child. May life never deal with us in such a manner that we would have that soul piece taken and destroyed from us, but may we always manage to find a place of hope and wonder within.
The world is on fire
Red raging flames
Lick the earth
Smoke the sky
Destruction all around
Desolation
Until the hunger is satiated
Calmness
Still
Peace abounds
First day of Spring today. A new month, a new week, a new season. May it bring in a new season of our lives. A season where we can be confident, assured, content and happy. Joy-filled. May all the past and any bitterness and regret be washed away, and a new beginning welcomed. I look to the sun and blue skies and the buds and blossoms and I feel encouraged and strengthened and joyous. The warmth fills my heart and lifts me up. Allows me to grow from where I am, my despair and anguish and pain is cast aside. And filled with laughter and love and joy, and there is a smile on my heart. That smile that radiates from within and bubbles out and springs forth and cannot be hidden.
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