Rarely do we quell words that arise in the midst of pause, too often we graffiti such a silence with meaningless talk, blurt out words without clear intentions, scar potential harmony bybabbling back and forth,back and forth But sometimes we befriend the pause, allow quiet space to open, listen for common ground expressed in silence … More Chatter
I did not write a poem today,sat with a warm plate ofpotato pancakes, a cup of coffee,and watched big flakes of snow fall instead I did not write a poem today,but read an essay on storytellingabout how one’s life storychanges with the telling I did not write a poem today,slipped on yoga pants and droveto … More I Did Not Write a Poem Today
This world has all kinds of listeningThey’re all kinds of streams in this worldThere are all kinds of smooth stonesin the streams of this worldSo, stone-smoothing streamsare good placesto practicequiet –shhhh The Day Nine prompt was to write a nonet, a nine-line poem with a descending number of syllables in each line. This poem was … More Listening Stream
I no longer prayI read poems andlisten to Fleetwood Mac’s “Oh, Well” I no longer prayI lie in the hammockwatching the undersides of the leaves I no longer prayI write short poemsmake abstract-ish paintings, cook soup I no longer prayI sit with my old kittyletting her purrs strengthen my aging bones I no longer prayI … More Oh, Well
Language is painted with brush strokes of silence – paused punctuation between sentences, breath of white space between words coating of what is said that envelops what is not said Silence, hear it to know how to listen This poem was inspired by Hearing Silence in Tricycle. Photo courtesy of Pixaby
My heart longs to findstill islands of dreamer-songshushed enough to hearwhispers of sweet somethingsabout the beauty we each holdnudging me to createbeauty from this beautybefore it fades Graphic courtesy of Pixabay
Consistent nothing, all alone but for a ticking clock blue view behind my eyelids inhale, exhale, listen Let subtle showers of the quiet unfold to take me deeper into a silver inner poem of open peace Photo courtesy of Pixabay
What? No SweetHeart candies this year! Read why at Candy lovers will have to find a new way to express their love. Here is one suggestion I’ll offer: Top photo by Laura Ockel courtesy of Unsplash.
Nothing is fixed in a permanent state even what appears to be solid is made of cells that practice osmosis where liquids and gasses move through a permeable cell wall Beliefs are not fixed in a permanent state even solid beliefs used to define ourselves for long stretches of life’s journey can transform as we … More Permutations
When speaking with those whose opinions differ from mine be it politics or faith or approach to life I can look at it as an either-or where I am right and they are wrong and try to win an argument It rarely works Or with a little creativity I can see an opportunity for a … More Both, Not Either
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