By Melody Finch | Featured Contributor
All I see is River
Crashing on its crazy course
Ever onwards, on forever
With such fervour, with such force
But there is sun…there is moon
Verdant meadow, windswept dune
Shimmering dusk, starlit sky
Scented forests, mountain high
Continue reading “River [a poem]”
By Jaya Avendel | Featured Contributor
Sword of color crafted to
Stab out our eyes.
No focal point
Only intentional slashes and swirls.
Birds see too much and so
Become experts at seeing what matters.
How pretty the plastic flowers are in
Tribute to single graves.
Continue reading “In Passing [a poem]”
By Ingrid | Featured Contributor
The song of Summer’s ending
Lament to lost enchanted days
Sings in the early autumn winds
And rustling leaves born on the breeze
And echoes through the avenues
Of the early turning trees.
The parting hymn of Autumn
Sung soft into the evening wind
Sighs mournfully, and solemn
Leaving not a breath of warmth behind
It lilts and moans
In tilts and groans
The falling leaves to find.
Continue reading “The Song of Summer’s Ending [a poem]”
We have a choice each and every day.
I choose to feel blessed.
I choose to feel grateful.
I choose to be thankful.
I choose to be content.
Wishing everyone a truly beautiful day.
“If you start living for the smallest reasons,
that’s when you know you’re really living.
The smell of rain after a thunderstorm,
the shades of pavements when it’s autumn,
the mediocre midnights and the color of the sunsets,
the warmth of oven when baking Christmas cookies,
the thickness of paper when flipping through magazine pages,
the smell of new books and new clothes and new things.
When you start looking at things,
really really looking,
you’ll start living.
Because then you’ll understand how it is to really be a human…
in this world full of people.”
May we recognize the treasure within the little things.
Wishing you a beautiful day.
A pearl is a beautiful thing
that is produced by an injured life.
It is the tear that results
from the injury of the oyster.
The treasure of our being in this world
is also produced by an injured life.
If we had not been wounded,
if we had not been injured,
…then we will not produce the pearl.
May this echo within our being through the uncertain days.
Wishing everyone a safe and tranquil week.