Have you ever noticed how everything around you looks ugly when you're feeling ugly and unworthy inside? Why is that? Here's a short true story that inspired a poem on one such day. Spoiler: all it took was for him to take care of 'something' that looked as ugly as he felt. Enjoy!
I was blessed to raise two little boys who are now in their twenties. I don’t do much mother-ing anymore, but the fact that I’m still a mother qualifies me to write to tell you about the greatest joy I know. I hope that by the end of the post, you come to appreciate the analogy I make, or at best, you come to understand the beauty of something I so ardently recommend. Enjoy.
Anchor in lessons learned, Pivot and wait for clarity— like a lighthouse that knows its role and connection to greater things.
The splendor that is Spring comes with a colorful invitation that we come alive and be present to life. Happy Spring.
Short poem with the theme of 'immortality' written in a fun syllabic form called 'inverted etheree'
Phoenix When you were still green behind the years, and self-righteous thoughts ruled, do you remember feeling like a phoenix endowed with mighty physical-strength? I know, right! But did you…
Selma's into poetry -- syllabic poetry! The forms I've chosen to share with you today feel as relaxing as when I'm with a knitting needle, counting stitches. That's what makes this form fun to write. I hope you enjoy them.
In moments of great anxiety and enfeebling grief, conjure up that special place that brings you joy. Soar, then watch the enfeebling emotions flutter, drift off, and shift into nothing. Find joy.
hold stillfor a momentwide-eyed give out your handwrap firm legs around itthat wild visionrecalllet loosesharpened sensesyour lovely pilgrim soulin sweven find purposefairies guide youfreedom *** As you can see, I've…
A short poem The lighthouse guides no one it seemsWhen it is sun’s shift to shineIt only comes alive at twilight When eyes cannot define. But what happens when a…
"March is a tomboy with tousled hair,a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes, and a laugh in her voice." ~ Hal Borland "No winter lasts forever, says Hal, "no spring…