Lovely
The rose blooms Because it must Rise up From the dust So, we may see Something beautiful So, we may know What is lovely
The rose blooms Because it must Rise up From the dust So, we may see Something beautiful So, we may know What is lovely
A curious seagull Down at the shore Slowly strutted over And was hard to ignore Did he stop to eavesdrop Or did he have something to say Was he merely hoping To share a doughboy that day It was probably the food It usually is The curious seagull Thought the doughboy was his But his… Read More Curious Seagull
The sun dipped down Behind the trees That swayed and danced In time with the breeze Celebrating Another day’s end The flowers also cheered With a dip and a bend And when the sun saw The respect of them all She put on a show As she continued to fall Pink, orange, and purple Finally,… Read More Flame Red
Stress drowns In the trickling Cascading stream Of notes and melodies Spilling over stones Pooling in circles Ripple after ripple Soothing Our restless souls
Glass bottles Thrown from docks Burst under waves Break over rocks Rolled in the sea Tumbled by sand They run aground Back on dry land With edges buffed And shine frosted Glass once new Now worn and salted Ready to be found By a discerning soul Who’ll see someone’s trash As treasure to behold
Even the sun Hides behind the haze That’s hung itself heavy On late July days But there are peeks of hope From rogue sunrays Promising the return Of lighter days
I’ve seen a forest of daisies And it’s a magical place Where petals come together In a loving embrace It’s a place for dreamers Where hope comes alive Where spirits are lifted Without having to try It’s a place of potential Where purpose is found Where seeds once planted Breakthrough dry ground In a forest… Read More Forest of Daisies
Silently As we sleep In the dark of night They crawl and creep Up in the trees Beneath the ground In the air and dirt Is where they’re found But the worst of these Invade our beds Nightmares that live Inside our heads As we sleep Silently
I still wear a t-shirt From when I had a teen crush Born from America’s pastime Raised on the days of summer When a AAA player Chasing the Major Leagues Skillfully stretched To catch more than flyballs With all the ease of cotton Yet, inevitably Pinholes appeared In the fabric Of time and place Where… Read More Threadbare
Drops from heaven fall To swim in rivers below Together they go
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