“The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people goin’ by
I see friends shaking hands saying, “How do you do”
They’re really saying “I love you.”
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know;
And I think to myself, What a wonderful world;
Yes, I think to myself, What a wonderful world.
Oh yeah!”
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
by e.e. cumming
The road winds into the distance
rocks, roots, puddles and mud
draw them higher.
Each step one closer to the lodge
built years ago by others
who passed beneath more youthful trees.
Trees that now bend and sway
creak and groan as they lean
to hear conversation below,
chatter to ease the monotony
of the upward stretch.
Clouds twist and tumble
tease with grey and blues swirls,
jackets on and off
in rhythm with their play.
Each stride squashes every day worry.
Layers of adult responsibility shed
as boots splash and smiles spread.
Friends greet each other,
prairie dogs happy to ascend to the alpine,
to explore new territory.
Covered in mud they giggle,
children who play in the rain
because they can.
(photo credit: Arnoud Jansen)
lazy summer heat
stops time
papa naps in shade
(internet photo)
My tongue lolls
like a dog on a hot day.
It hangs out
day ’til night
to catch shooting stars
from our first date.
No clouds are too dark or too grey
to dampen the spark you ignited.
I stand in the rain.
Your scent washes from my hair,
so recently twisted through your fingers.
My squeaky-balloon shoes
squish along the sidewalk
each step one further from you.
If I had a rooster right now
I would make it wear these noisy shoes,
take away the annoyance of your departure.
Already your absence is a giant egg beside me.
The truth as much a surprise to me
as seeing a rooster wear shoes.
A quart-berry basket full of water
is easier to manage than your absence.
I would powder my nose with an ax
rather than be away from you.
I would eat plastic grapes, breathe fire,
drive a truck with a screwdriver
if it meant I would be back with you.
My mind has shrunk to the size of a pea
my body no longer exists.
I want to wash your feet, honor you
for blessing me with the gift of your love.
As each step takes me further from you
I walk like I have a tail between my legs.
I pretend it isn’t mine.
I pretend you are still with me.
(internet photo)
My heart swells with gratitude for:
French toast in the morning and burgers at night
sunshine on a golf course
long distance phone calls
text messages
blonde hair, blue eyes and a big smile
yellow orchids
cupcakes with sticky icing
Dutch accents
watching Game of Thrones
laughing about Game of Thrones
hugs
gently falling rain
](personal photo)
red orange heated rush
too hot to handle too hot to touch
smoldering lava flow
willow the wisps glowing embers
erupting volcanoe
(photo credit: katherinedutiel.com)
I awaken to a world of white.
Enveloped in a blank expanse.
A virgin future stares untouched before me.
A spotless past lay behind me,
no hint of transgressions of my ancestors visible.
No trace of the path I have taken to get here
can be seen.
I am
where there is no beginning and no end.
I am.
Energy hovers and buzzes around me
like hummingbirds darting for nectar
amid the hearts of flowers.
I am
lifted
in this weightless, buoyant atmosphere.
Crisp innocence,
raw purity,
emanate from within this vast whiteness.
An undefined fresh start,
full of contained excitement,
moves slowly through pearly air.
A helium balloon of potential drifts lazily,
waits for its attached strings to be caught
and creativity ignited.
A stark canvas
awaits the first stroke of freedom.
Dear Readers,
This is a departure from what I usually post.
I was tagged by Jessica Edouard,(thank-you!) https://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/74109810/
to write a post for the Spread The Love Challenge, which began Valentine’s Day.
The rules are thus: Write 10 four word sentences about love, share your favorite quote or poem filled with love, and then nominate 10 more bloggers to spread more love.
So here goes:
10 four word sentences about love:
(1) Love willingly accepts compromise.
(2) Sad souls love chocolate.
(3) Red hearts signal love.
(4) Beautiful sunsets seek love.
(5) Puppy-dog tails wag love.
(6) Welcoming smiles shine love.
(7) Love surrounds two together.
(8) Love bubbles with joy.
(9) Love’s gentle touch soothes.
(10) Love kisses skinned knees.
My current favorite love quote is:
“The way to love anything is to realize it might be lost.” – G.K. Chesterton
10 bloggers I nominate to Spread More Love:
*1* Everyday is a Blessing https://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/38200491/
*2* What Cheryl Said https://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/38428114/
*3* Pieces of Me https://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/59517533/
*4* Tea and Paper https://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/60201602/
*5* Rareity https://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/68482695/
*6* Radiating Blossom https://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/54413788/
*7* Healing Pilgrim https://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/10228322/
*8* Shawn L. Bird https://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/13467258/
*9* A True Outsider Writing https://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/81396529/
*10* Mishunderstood https://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/31354118/
Cupid treads lightly
blending in among people.
No cherub cheeks and angel wings
for this god.
His slender build and youthful swagger,
emanate confidence.
Warned by Venus not to shoot his love arrows
indiscriminately,
his pride insists on moderation.
Teens are seen holding hands,
eyeing each other.
Wrapped in flighty arms of youthful desire.
Couples rendezvous,
inflamed hearts oblivious to their surroundings.
He smiles knowingly.
He sees harried mothers toting hollering tots,
haggard fathers lugging heavy brief cases.
He scans politicians, preachers,
homeless, and actors.
Cupid continues his search.
Waiting for the perfect specimen to sting
with his magical love bite,
wanting to make
his mother proud.
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