I apologize for not posting in so long, but I’ve been really busy with life. Anyhow, this rhyme popped into my head today and I thought it would make for a perfect meme. Sometimes, when the times are tough and you need to keep your sanity, it’s best to just walk away, move on and live your life.
I rediscovered this endearing poem that I wrote for my colleague back in 2009. I hope you enjoy it.
Motherhood
I sat there for a while
thinking of your crooked
little smile,
dreaming of the day
you’d be in my arms,
sleeping throughout the night,
as the crickets sing
and the stars shine bright.
I’d hear you breathe,
a comforting sound
as your little heart
lightly pounds.
Skin – silky smooth,
hair – wavy soft,
I’d whisper
in your ear,
“I love you.”
– image from Google
Trains, they come and go,
People, they too, come and go,
Memories, they stay…
Everything happens for a reason. A positive person will not dwell on things that she cannot control, but rather on things that she can.
Change is good. Change is progressive. Change is needed. Change forces you to realize who you are, who you want to be, where you want to go, and what you want out of life. There is a moment in time when you no longer want to stay stagnant, but to explore and to start a new adventure.
There are many paths in life, which will you take?
Will you walk into the darkness or out into the light?
Will you face challenges head on or go with the flow?
Do you have the desire to travel?
A soft breeze drifts by
as you open your eyes
to the rising sun
emitting an ivory light,
so breathless, so beautiful,
full of life.
The scent of fresh grass,
a newborn’s cry,
birds singing their song
to the whispering wind.
Feelings emerge,
overwhelming you.
Love… life… everything nice.
The birth of a new day…
but everything changes…
when the sun starts to set
from day to night –
yellow, pink, purple, navy
BLACK!
Soon the twinkling stars
will disappear…
loneliness, fear, neglect,
guilt and shame,
who is to blame?
The breathing of the lungs
in and out,
the chest continually rising
up and down,
so quiet, so still…
The rose withers away,
no longer beautiful,
no longer loved.
The beating of the heart
starts to dissipate.
Time is ticking
away.
Blood clotting in the heart,
memories clogging the mind.
The flicker of hope
begins to dim…
A knock at the door,
it is time…
Life…
so precious,
so ephemeral.
The other day, I was downloading images from my phone and discovered 3 photos that I totally forgot I had taken, and I realized that it was perfect for this challenge. I usually love taking photos of paths partly because of the composition and partly because it is a metaphor for life. The path of life can be curvy and full of challenges, but you see a lot of beautiful things along the way, and when you get to the end of it, you feel accomplished. Sometimes, you want to pause and stand there for a while. Sometimes, you might want to retrace your steps because you had so much fun enjoying the journey.
You can join the challenge here: http://ceenphotography.com/cees-which-way-challenge/
I find it amusing to see cars race to cut me off only to be stopped at the red light, needing to brake furiously. Americans are often in a hurry to accomplish so many things on a given day that they fail to see the beauty in the world. I try not to be one of those people, so I make it a conscious decision to take a moment to breathe.
The Sense of Urgency
Cars on the freeway
speeding and braking,
braking and speeding,
drivers on the freeway
cursing and cussing,
cussing and cursing
because they’re gonna be late.
People in line
crossing their arms
stomping their feet
cursing and cussing,
cussing and cursing
because they’re gonna be late.
Tick, tock, tick tock
what is the meaning
of the clock?
Every delay
can make you late
for a meeting,
a workout,
a dinner,
a hangout,
or a sitcom
in bed.
Every delay
is an opportunity
to enjoy the moment,
to watch the sun set
in brilliant colors,
to watch the rain reflect
off wet pavement,
to sing along
to a song,
to listen
to the angelic voice
of the cashier,
to see a child
smile
from pure joy,
to simply
take a moment
for yourself
to cherish
every delay
every day
and make it well spent
because you never know
when your last delay
will be.
Steel-toed boots, high-heeled shoes,
K*Swiss, Nike, Doc Martins –
Soles on wet pavement
taking step after step,
long-legged strides,
some in jeans, some in skirts.
Soles on reflected orange lights,
shimmering green, flickering yellow.
What does it mean?
The meaning is lost.
Owners of soles
on the same path.
North, South, East, West,
they converge and diverge,
but it’s still the same path.
Through raindrops on wet pavement,
passed storefronts and passing cars,
longing for merchandise,
longing for the past.
Heads bowed down
staring at puddles
of memory,
ripples
of emotion.
The soles walk on,
seeing but not seen,
seen but not seeing,
in the dark, dark night.
The wind whispers
to the trees
and the trees
whisper back,
pondering, contemplating
the meaning
and the meaning
is lost.
Writing Challenge:
Now it’s your turn –
Whisperings 