Is it really a charade
to be alone in respite’s shade?
contemplation
a salvation
in thinker’s promenade.
Stay safe out there!
Quarantined? Let your breath Travel – 3
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Category Archives: poetry
QUARANTINED? Let your breath travel – 2
Take a moment to breathe – 2
And, oh, the joy when sphere is formed
and floats in search of things adored
keen awareness
filling bareness,
enlivened, then it soared.
QUARANTINED? Let your breath travel – 2
Take a moment to breathe – 2
And, oh, the joy when sphere is formed
and floats in search of things adored
keen awareness
filling bareness,
enlivened, then it soared.
Quarantined? Let Your Breath Travel
Such an interesting time to be alive, no? Give yourself a calm little moment to breathe.
Day one …
Sail away, internal light
gladden hopeful’s appetite
faithful gleaming
search for meaning
harvest wisdom bright.
Harvesting Wisdom
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Collections From Breathing
A simple breath, the bubble forms
then floats in search of things adored
keen awareness, filling bareness
collections placed and interlaced
a meaning soon restored.
She dipped below an ocean wave
And gave with grace a treasure saved
of centuries old, its story told
seasons more to yet unfold
A single pearl unscathed.
From Collections from Breathing – a WIP book of poetry
How Fragile the Eggshells?
When I am with you
how fragile are the eggshells beneath my feet?
Will they break with the slightest touch?
A mere cast of any eye?
Should I walk with feet bare
or can my soul and thoughts be bared and shared
without fear of injury
to you
or to me.
Mostly, to you. My back is strong.
Yet, I will not avoid the eggshells.
I will say they are as strong as Ostrich eggs
and stand on them without hesitation
without burden of breakage
with hearts in tact
communication an easy commute
to connection.
How Could I Know? #writephoto
If you stay on one side
and I the other
how will I know the color of your eyes
what tune your voice plays when your words lilt into the air?
How will I know if humor is one of your senses
or if the shoes you wear have traveled far?
I want to know what made you grow
and what kept you stagnant
what made you smile
and what made you weep
If you stay on one side
and I the other
how would I ever be
enlightened?
Dive into My Center – #writephoto
image by Kerfe at https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/2018/06/29/waves/
Dive into my center
past the bog of obstacles,
the sharp edges,
the pointed arrows.
Peel this artichoke
layer by layer
leaf by leaf
through tiny thorns.
See past the choke
into the light
of my waiting heart.
To Taste the Smells of Distant Shores
To taste the smells of distant shores
contents of wares within wooden crates
heaved on sturdy shoulders
to reach my hand between the wooden slats
and feel the relics
like silk between my fingers
those tastes of memories.
To taste the smells of distant shores
teas and spices peddled by steadfast merchants
exotic oils purified and funneled into blue glass bottles
the dusty threads of ancient Persian carpets
woven by still, sure hands
the taste of skill and craftsmanship
of those who came before.
I want to taste the smells of distant shores
the ports of entries open
for senses to rouse
for eyes to open
in harbors safe
a saving grace
exposure to
the new.
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 