A simple curled coil
I’ve been gifted
with matching minutes
as yesterday
it reminds me of
lyric poems
one voice, one subject
it’s called today
© 2022 selmamartin.com
Thanks for reading, dear friends. May you bask in the majesty of the gifts
you’re given today. Stay in awe. 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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Absolutely stunning words!
Aww, Kathryn. Thanks for saying that. Glad you read, my sweet friend. Stay sweet
I appreciate the comment. xoxo
Profound words Selma. Gave it a second read again. Just wow ❤️
Oh, wonderful. Two reads. How precious of you. And you found the simplicity profound because you are in a peaceful place. How sublime this is. Thanks so much. I appreciate the comment. Blessings.
Dies mirabilis!
You liked it— oh, my heart! Thank you so very much. I’m overjoyed about your lovely comment. I bless you. xoxo
Now this is sublime. 🙂
Deb… sublime? Oh goodness. So pleased with how you took this one in. Thank you for the encouragement. I bless you. xo
Wow, isn’t this just brilliant! (As always). I had to read it twice for it to sync in. Phenomenal! 😀💖
Oh, my. All these wonderful adjectives I’m receiving here today for the lovely poem. It cements my thoughts about bloggers: they are full of appreciation for the ordinary beauty that surrounds us.
We’re all a little crazy here.
We’re all ordinary souls here.
I take no credit for the poem— it came through me but is not of me. It’s of the things the spirit is made of.
Thanks for reading — twice— and loving it as much. Thanks my lovely.
And thanks for opening my newsletter. You are the sweetest by far. xoxo. Value you tons.
((Forgive my aloofness— pontificating, listening, in awe with what’s left of the season— there are early signs that we’ll skip over February and go right into March! Oh, my!! Has there ever been such a year? Jeez, I don’t want us to skip February.
Be on the lookout, Sam. If February shows it’s face there, please send it back. Promptly. Please. Thanks.
Thanks for reading and commenting. I bless you.
This was a treat to read, as I type this comment I went on and on reading it over and again. It is a true delight Selma. 💖
I’m so pleased you read, my lovely Daphny. Thanks for the comment that always lights me up like a Christmas tree. 😜 🎄
It is always a great pleasure of mine to read your words dear Selma. O what a thrill to hear, glad I could do that. 😁💖
Brilliant words Selma. I like. I read again& again, but I can satisfy why? It’s truly write up poem.
Thanks for reading, Raj. I’m honored by your kind words. Stay sweet, my friend. Bless you.
Thank you nice words. Always stay healthy & bless to you too
xoxo
Magical words, Selma 🤗
Yes, Magic lives! 🙃 🪄
🤗❤️🌹