poetry of life – Beautiful Remade

Still Child

By: Just myself July 5, 2024

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The child sat silently, observing the family banter around her. Aloof from the crowd, wanting to fit in, but terribly afraid to be noticed. The laughter and conversation filled the room and spilled out into the night air.

A million what ifs fluttering through her mind, like those little blue butterflies that spin around and around alighting only for a second and returning to their dance in the air.

What would be asked of her if she was noticed? What if the attention irritated the adults? It was far better to sit invisibly in the corner, unnoticed, still.

The child sat silently, observing the family banter around her. Aloof from the crowd, wanting to fit in, but terribly, terribly afraid to be noticed.

Spring In The Valley, Thoughts On Motherhood…

By: Just myself May 14, 2023May 14, 2023

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I love the changing of the seasons. Walking daily, seeing the shades of greens and yellows returning to the brown-grey landscape. Tiny bursts of mauve and white escaping from their thick, warm blanket of fall leaves. The Creator, moving his artist’s brush over the woodlands, brings to life little surprises here and there, delighting the eye, stirring the soul.

Tiny details of light and shadows dancing, awaken childhood fairytales in my mind. Spinning fanciful stories of magical beings flitting through the mossy coves. Angel wings drying on the bare branches of the trees. Rooted beings poking up through marshy ground.

Spring, the fresh-clean air invites one to breathe deeply as the morning calm errupts into the musical notes of bird’s song brightly, happily filling the still cool dawn. The spring peeps singing for their mates in the ponds as the day transforms into evening, darkness falls, and the world transforms again.

Anticipation quickening, for what exactly I am not sure?

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Today is Mother’s Day ❤️ my children, my treasures, pour out hearts full of love ❤️ a sweater, a bird house, a breakfast cooked and served, a homemade card, a lot of hugs, never knowing their existence, their joys, their discoveries, theirdreams are the greatest delights in my life.

The Sky Is Still Blue

By: Just myself July 21, 2022July 21, 2022

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Loss, sorrow, disappointment, numbness, drowning in grief, not fighting in the waves but under the sea, running around, getting no where, clutter and messes undone/ undealt with everywhere, what’s up, what’s down, what even do you feel.

Pulled up from the depth by a pause and a friend, splashing in water, shoes full of sand, the heat of the earth radiating up on the back watching clouds floating and changing, trees waving to and fro, children laughing, sun blinding bright, July humid heat.

Moment, thought, sight, clarity, feeling.

The sky is still blue and it is beautiful!