Full of sulk, she loathes the boredom
All alone in her village home
A bird chirps and baby coos
Sun-kissed strawberries, grilled-cheese blues
She props the baby in the pram
Beside them walks the newest lamb
Sit they under the dogwood tree:
The babe, the lamb, a book, and she
And the daylight’s not long enough
But her life is replete enough
And the blazing orange yonder
Blesses her with awe and wonder
Wrapped in visions, come in dreaming
She glides that bluing evening
A lank tan cat slinks languidly,
Blithesome, she follows it sprightly
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And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass
~ Ezra Pound
“Just living isn't enough," said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower." ~ Hans Christian Anderson
“He who knows contentment is rich." ~ Lao Tzu
Thanks for being here.
I bless you and wish you miracles.
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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Beautiful, enriching words.
Hey. Sadje, thrilled you thought so. Thanks so much. Xo
You’re most welcome Selma.
“And the blazing orange yonder
Blesses her with awe and wonder” it’s so wonderful to be blessed with magnificence of nature. If we pause and look, we can find sparks of beatitude in the mundane as well. Loved the piece Selma 💖
That’s just it– in the mundane. always. Thanks for reading and commenting, Radhika. I bless you. xo
A beautiful, lyrical poem, Selma 😊
It pleases me that you read. Thank you. All recovered? You were busy! Congratulations.
Some days seem long, but memories condense the moments, and the cream rises to the top, for us to lap contentedly
Wise words, Deb. I love what you say. The cream rises to the top. Yup Thank you. Wise words.
So beautiful, Selma! Hugs 💕🙂
I appreciate the visit, dear Harmony. Be well. I bless you.
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