As I awake and
As I breathe I feel
My beating heart
I am alive, I am
Aware, to see a
Brand new day
So let me live and
Let me be, allow my
Words to be my
Symphony
Tag poetry
My Voice
My voice—it does belong to me
The thoughts that wander through my mind
The feelings felt upon my heart,
My mind, my soul
Are unique in how they appear to be
Just as my fingerprints are
Uniquely mine
So are those words I type—
My voice is part of me
72 Hours
72 hours
Is all you get
72 hours
To say goodbye
72 hours
To pray your prayers
72 hours
Of breathing air
72 hours
Is all you get
72 hours
Until shot dead
Thoughts are with Andrew Chan and Myuran Sukumaran and their families, whose fate hangs in the hands of those in power. They did the crime, turned their lives around, and now must face the fine ❤
Pounding Heart
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fight or Flight.”
My flight arrived
I could see a glimpse
But could not leave to go
My heart started pounding
My belly started twisting
My nerves could take no more
I closed my eyes and made a wish
And wished myself very
Far away from there
The story of the fresh green apple can be found here:
https://movingtowardsthelight.com/2015/02/06/apple-in-my-bag/
Three Roses
As you might have guessed already, roses are my favorite flower. There is nothing as perfect as a rose in full bloom. And as quickly it blooms, as quickly it fades. So catch it while you can!
If my husband had not named my daughter Julia while I was still on the operating table, she would have been named Rose. I settled for Julia Rose.
Passionate red rose
In all its glory unfurled
Perfect creation
Pales shades of soft pink
Hinting of translucent tones
Of rose perfection
Creamy white petals
Placed in perfect harmony
Forms delicate rose
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/three-perfect-shots/
Wish to Me
Wishing Well
Wish at night
Wishing bright
What do your stories tell?
When children make a wish
What stories do their wishes tell?
Friends Forever
No Poetry
I wish I could write
I wish I could create
But I’m all out of words
There is no poetry
Left in me
Delicate
As delicate as
Roses in full bloom, so my
Heart needs love and care
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/rule-of-thirds/








