At sunup, she steals o'er the horizon for a moment, perches between the blinds slowly she tiptoes to my pillow and on my eyelashes spends the day One dawn, I met her in the forest bright-eyed come breaming at the break of day but that day, she tended to the flowers and me-- she set me all aglow Since then, she's waited for me outside long tunnels and each time she has brought with her that otherworldly scent that lifts me up, affirming that I'm not alone and shows me the way to go home One rainy summer, she made me the happiest ever when she let me glance inside the lining of her coat: a rainbow of blinding light as I'd never seen another avowal that warms my toes She's the one who will slide off a full moon to land gently at your feet like a gasp or from stars or fireflies that thrill so you're never afraid at night And at bedtime, at lights out when the dark is deepest, you'll still smell her in your room, under the shade of the lamp like a bright idea you can use in the morn when you'll find her perched by the windowsill or lain close, sweetly-- she'll make you blink *** © 2022 selmamartin.com
May there be light.
May there always be light.
And may the sentiment extend to the leaders of Russia and North Korea.
Firstly, may the people of Ukraine wake up to a new day where peace prevails. And secondly, seeing how the leader of North Korea keeps taunting my adopted country with missiles on such a regular basis, I cannot but ask the universe to align with my wishes at this crucial point in history, too: No copycats. No escalations, please.
May despots’ proclivity for greed and power cease to be.
“Keep watch with the angels, the stars and moon;
For freedom comes tomorrow’s noon.”
~ Lines from my country’s national anthem.
Photo Image by calimiel from Pixabay
I 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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A captivating and enchanting read, Selma. Beautiful imagery. ✨
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Aww, Michele. So glad you liked the imagery. I appreciate the honor of having you read my lines. Thanks. And abundance of miracles and joy may you have. Stay sweet. xoxo
The honor was mine. Thank you so much. 🌻🤗
#peace 🕊 #respect 👊🏼
I’m praying for no escalations as well. Your verses are so beautiful, thanks for sharing! 💖
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Hello, Tricia. I bless you. And I join in prayers with you: Amen. Glad you liked. Thanks for reading.
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The way you write is so inviting. Opening my eyes to the world of words you present us with. Thanks for being you! I still see as the young 20 something girl I met many years ago, may our ties remain strong. Your words of prayer and peace for this word are my reminder to think of others and temper them in prayer tonight as I lay my head in my peaceful room! Much love 💕
Monico, my sweet. You’ve no idea how much your comment squeezed my heart. Thanks for saying what you said. Yes, we were that young and that silly then. And in many way, still are. hehe. I feel we will remain as close as we’ve always been through the years. I love having you in my life.
Peace is everyone’s right. Let’s keep that flame alive for everyone, always. I love you… I wish you miracles.
Beautifully written Selma, truly I hope Ukraine wakes up to better days where peace prevails. I wish you miracles as well. xoxo
Glad to have you of the same mind. I always knew I could count on you for that. Let’s pray for peace for every corner of the globe. Stay sweet. I wish you miracles. xo
Yes, let us pray for peace. I wish you miracles as well dear Selma. xoxo
Gorgeous poem, it held me entranced
Thanks for the visit, sweet one (Nope, Not Pam) Glad this one spoke to you. I bless you.
Enchanting, Selma, and so beautifully penned. Happy Writing My Friend.
Enchanting… hehe, yes, thanks Goff. Glad you read. xo
Happy Wednesday Selma. Loved the poem. Here’s an emojiku for you to possibly ponder over 🌌🌜🌊 Have a wonderful day My Friend
Happy Wednesday Selma. Loved the poem. here is an emojiku for you to possibly ponder over.🌌🌜🌊. Have a wonderful day My Friend.
Yes! “ May despots’ proclivity for greed and power cease to be.”
And I’m looking the magic you describe!! 🥰
You’re a gem, Ruth. I know we all want the same thing. Peace for ALL. And may there always be magic too. Thanks for the visit. I bless you. xo
No escalation, please, we pray: a beautiful and delicate poem, Selma. Praying with you 🙏
Thanks, dear friend. And May it be another lovely spring for all people everywhere. xoxo
Lovely poem! I felt it’s warmth and light…
Felt the warmth and light, Vicki. Aww. so happy to hear. Thanks for the visit. I wish you miracles. xoxo
“For freedom comes tomorrow noon”!! How lovely! And what a great line to have in an anthem. Copycat this!
gorgeous imagery Selma!
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Chills, literally chills👌👌
You liked it then? Aww. thanks.
So well said, Selma. What a stunning, multi-sensory visual poem. I found comfort in it. Love the whole thing, especially the last three stanzas. Hope you are okay. It is such a troubling time <3
This is a lovely poem. I followed a link from Holly. When I saw your avatar, I exclaimed, “I know her! She always comments on Holly’s blog!” 😂
Your exhortation to despots was very moving.
Cheers,
Mitch
Hey, Mitch. Small world withing this small blogging world, I say… hehe. Any friend of Holly’s is a welcome presence here. Thanks for reading and commenting on this post. Yes, the despots thing… everyone and everything has a purpose they say, I wonder what their role in the great scheme of things is…
Thanks for being here. Come often. Sending you blessings.