Bravery is in your defiant smile , one that you display despite going through the atrocities of life
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Senryu As if my lips sewn words of courage do not come My voice has been lost Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Source: Daily Haiku – Thu. March 12, 2020 – Poetry For Healing
VJs Weekly Challenge – Morning
Photo: Looking out from the lake to South Bunbury and the morning rise.
“This is a wonderful day, I have never seen this one before.” Maya Angelou
Morning arrived,
I’m not sure how,
it evolved as an interruption
of which I was ambivalent,
I was captive to a dream,
yet I wanted to rise to the day,
but, I wanted to sleep
and I wanted this dream
through which I could see myself,
could see the world where I
understood that I did not understand.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
On a thorny stalk
wrapped in leafy veins
heavy with the burden
of viscous dew
for the love of light her
corolla lifts upright
a broad faced still life
anchored to the earth
she tracks the sun across
an unpredictable sky
At dusk she combs the air
with sweetness retreating
at twilight into
pearly pools of the moon.
photography by heart
I can tell you I spend my days talking to the singing birds or
conversing with my little dog, who understands every word
My neighbors know nothing of me or what’s churning in my heart
I doubt they know my name, much less my poetic arts
When you say to someone ‘I’m a poet’, they look at you and stare
as if you are an abstract human with horns and flaming hair
And so I have no words to say, because I know there’s little use
unless you are a passionate writer, you have no heavenly clue
So a toast to all my comrade poets, my artistic moon dreamers
who soar among celestial stars for we are the magic reapers
Words so Sweet
Pleasant Harmony
Bringing Healing Health to the Soul
-InHisCare
Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, Sweetness to the soul and health to the bones. Proverbs 16:24
Pixabay Image:
Beehive Bees Honeycomb
“In that moment, I knew.
You loved me too.
And in that moment, you saved me.”
You haven’t seen my dreams die a slow death. You haven’t seen me breaking into a million pieces. You haven’t seen my mind tear me down over and over, just as I was torn down over and over when I was young. And I should have known you wouldn’t understand how much I’m hurt. How broken I am. And I took a chance on you. I let you in. I wanted you to see how much I’ve been through. I knew it was a chance. I knew how much of a longshot it was. Because who would want something as broken as I am? I knew I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t try.
And here’s the thing: I did. For an instant, I regretted opening up to…
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Every man stamps his value on himself…
man is made great or small by his own will.
~ J.C.F. von Schiller ~
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The Reluctant Poet 