Tag: life
Sit and Spin
They say our fates Are written in the stars Yet the world on which We sit and spin Still turns Though our thoughts May wander
Threadbare
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
“It’s the End of Summer!”
In my family We have a little joke About a funny statement My dad once spoke In the summer heat On Independence Day My dad said his truth In his own quiet way “Well, that’s it,” He said with a straight face His now-famous words He cannot erase “It’s 4th of July, Summer’s officially OVER!”… Read More “It’s the End of Summer!”
Royal Jelly
Even the bees Are moving slower today In the hot, heavy air They slumber and stay Tucked inside A field of pastel petals Where the shade lives Their restless wings settle The flowers are still Their buzzing stops Water from the hose On the flowers drops Waking sleepy bees As they dream Of feeding royal… Read More Royal Jelly
Fight the Good Fight
Morning awakens Possibility For sleepy eyes To not just look but see Afternoon brings The momentum of the day Pulled in many directions Pushed in countless ways Evening fills the void Between day and night Sharing food and pleasantries Under soft moonlight Night recognizes The weariness of our ways For those who fight the good… Read More Fight the Good Fight
Trusting
Just as the stars Are suspended in the sky Hanging on nothing Biding their time So, it is for you So, it is for me Navigating a path We cannot see Trusting What will be Will be
Patience
Whenever you feel like You’re not enough Stop being judgmental Stubborn and tough You’re not perfect Nor am I We’re all just doing Our best to get by So, show a little patience With friends and foes ‘cause the sooner we learn this The better life goes
Middle Week
The day is Dappled gray Insignificant In every way It hangs on Middle week Neither plateau Nor peak A steppingstone To tread lightly Upon our journey Home
The Squall
The snow crinkles And crumples underfoot Tiny, shiny crystals In every nook Of where I’ve been But where I’m going Those future steps The snow’s not showing Again tomorrow More snow will fall On where I’ve been I’ll try to recall Tiny, shiny crystals After the squall
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