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.
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…
Poetry on the need of birthing a new world: Earth cries day and night Sun hurriedly wipes her tears In the dimming of the light He promises to find a way. But the way — it needs roots attached to human hearts and brains. Let's all heed the call. Gaia needs YOU.
Poem: Women are the mothers of the world-- the nurturers, the fixers. They want to show society that they have it together, even when they don’t. But in the comforts of their bedrooms, they cry every day. For who do they cry, and why?
A short poem about how we're more alike than different: the poem is complemented by an article on compassion, which offers practical examples of how we can be more accepting of each other. All these points help us to understand the characteristics of compassion. I hope you enjoy it.
A thought in favor of lonely, young people everywhere A break from the ‘norm’ that’s been her pampered life with absent parents jetting to exotic places the big house to…
Have you been in a healthy relationship for a long time? How's that going? How does the couplehood feel? Might it be anything like this poem-- a bliss more decadent than dessert wines, more decadent than lipstick marks? Please take a read.
Loneliness: a social pain Clouds in lacey white dresseshurriedly pass o’er rooftopssalaciously dancing ‘roundpuffed-upinconspicuous Wind Sun, red-facedlike a disgruntled sentinelbeams strongerbellowing "Order!"to the frolicking clouds;his abhorrence ignitedby their blatant charade…
The ratio of the Fibonacci Spiral Poem is a pattern found in nature. It follows a sequence of numbers where each syllable of a word is the sum of the previous two syllables. Like nature, you and I are a perfect specimen of imperfection reproducing, loving, living-- warmed by the sun... You and I.
Have you ever experienced that tip-of-the-tongue (TOT) phenomenon? Do you know what I'm talking about? Well, if you know, then I dedicate this autumn poem to you. Don’t sweat the small stuff-- this too is a normal state; happens to everyone. Trust me.