Haiku Mockingbird chorus Singing his sweet repertoire High in the treetops Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
will you take my hand
as i walk along the streets
where the aroma of light,
fruity to burnt coffee
almost nutty is teasing
my senses and the scent
of a handmade bread
is making me salivate
as i tear the croissant into pieces
butter them up before each bite
or we can dunk it in coffee
which would be fun
if you want
will you sit beside me
as i write every word of love
admiration and passion
i have for you
while i struggle
to rhyme every word
and count every syllable
or better yet, i’ll settle for free verse
i am sure though i could not rhyme them
or even count the syllables
as you will be busy tickling
and delightfully bugging me
will you go with me,
let’s have coffee and croisant
and write our first love poem together
meanwhile, a coffee…
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Your thoughts are an extension of you.
But your thoughts are just a part of you.
There is infinite abundance that you are made of.
Only a part of which you may be conscious of.
The rest are within you for the knowing
To explore the potential in the possibilities
What you choose to do
With your life
It’s all up to you!
Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow
Today is Day 79 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.
Did you write yesterday? Life is an endless parade of challenges, exciting experiences, and thrilling activities all competing for your time, attention, and energy. The glitter and glam captures your attention, turns your head, and you forget about doing what makes you happy. While having multiple interests speaks to your personal freedom and your right to choose, the fragmented focus can keep you from following your passion and derail the attainment of your goals.
What activity lights your eyes, sets fire to your soul, and penetrates every fiber of your being? If it makes you happy to sing, then sing. If your feet yearn to dance, allow them to…
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I look forward to Spring. This year has been no exception. Here we are, the day has arrived. We made it. Why do I feel like someone stole my last roll of toilet paper? Why am I feeling let down? I considered it might be due to the perpetual rain and lack of sunshine. But that answer didn’t ring true. I dug a little deeper. There is a possibility today’s Vernal Equinox gained more importance than I should have attributed to it.
I realized the global pandemic, and mass uncertainty triggered a mindset fixated on Spring’s arrival. Scientists say our brains release dopamine, the happiness hormone, in anticipation of a reward. As we work toward a target, the shot of dopamine helps us feel good. But when you attain the goal, your dopamine levels drop. On a biochemical level, it is harder to find joy. Coupled with the realities we…
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