Being at one with nature, feeling the beauty as it touches my soul.
Accessing the spiritual side of life, bequeathing it to my sons through this little poem.
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Sitting in front of our Christmas tree,
Tears streaming down my face like tinseldown the tree.Ever flowing – always knowing – the sadnesslying behind decorations hanging everywhere –no Mom to share them with.No Mom here to make it a happy occasion.Her smile has faded from my sight and liessleeping in my mind.When it is awakened, it brings a new flood oftears.How can…
Hanging my head in silence, contemplating the loneliness always hiding inside.
Poetry deciphers and brings it out in the open where I can see and digest it – always trying to find it’s roots and source in life.
Traipsing down avenues, belying mistrust and doubt,
Mind-set away from negative feelings, taking joyfulmoments, secreting them inside a corner of my mindto look at later when alone by myself.Jotting down images, artistically displaying whereonly I can reflect upon them.Later, showing the world how they look, as I writeeverything down as poems in books, glorifying theirexistence in the present.
People from all walks of life, varied sizes and shapes, walking around John C. Lincoln Hospital.
Tense, edgy, relaxed, depending upon why they are here.Women wearing shoes for comfort and no support to protect their feet and ankles from having problems now or in the future.Men mostly wearing shoes or sneakers – better for support than thongs or sandals.Watching people is entertaining, as I sit here waiting for a yellow cab.Smiles,…
Solidified in a life of my own, enchanted by it’s delicate balance, unafraid to leave it’s circumference.
A repertoire of beauty and satisfaction, holding me spellbound, giving reasons to sate curiosity held deeply within all my life.A particular variety of perceptions, allowing insight to be incorporated and taken from my soul, mystically leading me in opposite directions from other people.
Hanging around, finalizing all plans, pending the demise of my inner spirit, as it heads into skyways of heaven.
Capturing my attention early in life and holding me indefinitely with powers of fear.