I was minding my own business when these words started forming in my head… It sounded pretty so I picked my phone and started writing…. enjoy
So I was thinking about the concept of change, and this poem came up…
Its interesting the various interpretations I’ve gotten from it, but I hope you enjoy this.
Paint me a picture
Draw me up as a figurine
Make me what I’m not.
I will be your puppet
Until the wind blows.
Then, I will dance.
A light happy dance
like the trees do when there are storms.
But when I dance,
there will be no storm,
no lightning, no rain.
There may be thunder
and it will roar to the beat of my dance-steps
A dear friend of mine (Michael) wrote this poem for his daughter. They are beautiful words and he permitted me to share them with you… Enjoy. @Mickie, I’ll share this story and many others with her, whenever she arrives.
When I have a daughter,
I’ll tickle her till she cries from laughter and let her know..
That crying is not always a bad thing;
Sometimes it may blur your vision;
But other times it clears the dirt the world throws into your eyes Continue reading “Dear Daughter…”
Amidst the endless stream of lights,
After the bustle of the days, Continue reading “Obsession”
You don’t need to speak before the echoes roll in here.
I have heartache…
Every time I stop to think, I feel pangs in my chest. Continue reading “A prayer”
I’m desperate and wanting.
Waiting and thinking. Continue reading “The Woman at the Well”
Does your reflection scare you? Continue reading “Man in the Mirror”
You’re not just the 24th letter of the alphabet.