It is hard, so hard
Why? They are everywhere.
In rain drops and baby smiles
Shoelaces and cereal boxes
Tree branches and sunsets
but still they escape me and
Float away on hummingbird wings.
Their essense slips through my fingers
Evading my mind’s grasp.
Stories escaping my words,
Frozen thoughts someday to thaw.
Fuzzy shadows
Red maple sprinkled road
Hint of green
Ground up
Spring
Lilies – dropping petals
Clear water vase
Mixed colors
Mixed personalities
Slow to fade
Purposful
Tea bag
Steaming water
Alone
Scent – reminder
Leftover love
Shadows of truth
Enlightening
The clock ticks
The baby cries
Awakening
Tears of sorrow and loss,
Heartache – unbounded.
Love’s last breath,
The ending came too soon.
Emptiness and fear, again
I am never enough, never right.
Unanswered longings and
Soul hunger – devastating.
But …. a shift in perspective…
Shared pain has turn to love, not from him but
From others – unknown.
My tears of sorrow are softened
With tears of gentleness and belonging.
I would never have believed this depth of feeling
From a social media post.
Voices from a distance
Names unfamiliar,
But all with the same thoughts,
Same feelings, same love.
Advice from strangers, or so they are called,
But none of us can remain strangers in love, we are all one.
I asked, and they responded.
No thoughts of reward- egoless.
Just outpouring of soul love,
More than I ever thought possible.
Thank you for the grace,
Thank you for the kind words.
Proof to me, yet again, of a concept
I all too often seem to forget.
We are all connected – in pain and in joy
And although sometimes difficult, I am grateful for both, for one cannot exist without the other.
Dew kissed meadow.
Tree skeletons,
Silhouetted by fog.
Meadow’s undulating waves
Shrouded in mist.
Appearing and disappearing
A familiar landscape
Changed by drops of dew.
Woodland Brook
Tree Friends
True Friends
shadows of sadness
in remembering
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Deep swallowing depth
Sprinkled with hope, promise of light.
Seeing into the past,
Lost in an illusion.
Depth you can taste,
Soul scouring, surrounding and heavy.
But light, always light.
All there is, yet nothing.
I love everyone and
No one, he said.
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MC
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