Beauty: What Is It To Me
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say
So if I’m the beholder
What is it to me?
Poem
Silencer
“Silencer”is this week’s tandem blog offering. Domestic violence is a real thing. So many are out there living in shame and silence. Let’s be their voice in the darkness and spread awareness.
Poetry
It’s Literature Week on The Blog Tag and today’s prompt is “Poetry”. If you have been following this blog you’d know you poetry is my love. So, this is my Ode to Poetry.
And So It Goes…
And so it goes… I watch you standing there All ebb…no flow A mere mortal in thought With mortality wrought with strife The inability to delve deeper jarring One so translucent…so tragic
Greatest Regret
You
You thought you could break me…
You couldn’t
A Date With Fate
Is it my destiny?
To meet with you?
To meet you?
To feel you?
Will it ever be?
I don’t have the answer
I’ll hold onto the belief
That one day
I might have
A date with fate
Hold onto my Faith
Given by Grace
That I might get to hold you
One day
Whichever way
You might choose to appear
I’ll hold firm to to my Faith
Given by Grace
That I might
One day be granted
A date with fate
In My Garden
I have all these beauties in my garden
An array of note
Tall, skinny, dotted daffodils
As they grow and grow into roses
Their innocent haze
A thing to praise
While life has not yet claimed them
I watch over them
Protect their intelligence
And nurture their beings
My garden is a bounty of joy
Laughter, silliness, love
My garden (on loan)
I love to behold
My garden of hope
A People Lost
A People lost
With all the time
But no space
Coffee?
Coffee?
Yes, please!
Can’t start my day without it.
When You Don’t Fit In
“You’re like a dandelion drifting
Drifting on a desert breeze”