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Awareness

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Day One:

It poured on my parade of glee

a deluge in my eyes

the incidence,

no coincidence

Lost days, a sad demise.

Day Two:

Once again the morning comes

the sun makes its reprise

I leap in joy

’till learnt the ploy

in the snake’s unveiling eyes.

Day Three:

Hope knocks on my door and says

“Forgot we are allies?”

I turn and ear

from which I hear

“Self pity, so unwise.”

Day Four:

Rain or sun, it matters not

life’s twists and turns surprise

for if not so

we’d fail to know

the blessings in disguise.

 

 

Artwork by Rene Magritte

Daily Word Prompt: Coincidence

 

 

 

 

Internal Lies

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Why, the mighty serpent,

lay coiled beneath the sea?

Malicious, angry, frightened

of an aimless destiny.

 

That breath of ire, that binding twist

all internal lies

The whip of tongue, the slash of swords –

veiled in mocked disguise.

 

How then, perchance, to come alive

in apathetic scales

To lighter states, to softer heart –

what happiness entails.

 

Unleash the truth and let it soar

to surface, past the churning

through honest waves of grace be found

a myriad of yearning.

 

 

 

daily post prompt: Mighty

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When Mother Nature thumps you into awareness

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Yesterday morning, when I woke up, I couldn’t talk. This morning, when I woke up, I still couldn’t talk. I mean, NOT AT ALL. Laryngitis is an interesting condition. Perhaps it is nature’s way of telling you to listen, to be still, to be contemplative.

I counted my blessings.

But damnit, I wanted to add to the lunch conversation! I had things to contribute, information to share!

“Ha Ha,” the Universe laughed.

“Holler if you need anything,” a friend laughed.

“Now she can’t yell at me,” my husband said, laughing in the phone with my doctor.

My mini Aussie cocked his head at my silence, but could still read my body language as I could still read his. “Ball time! Ball time! Ball time!”

I counted my blessings.

This evening, I count my blessings. Not because I can now croak out a couple of words in a lengthy sentence.

I count my blessings because they are there. Silence did not destroy even one.

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Be still and silent when you can.

Otherwise, Mother Nature will make you.

She’s clever like that.

-Carolyn