Tag: Poetry

Meet & Greet [closed]

Dear Friends,

As 2018 comes to a close, let us usher in the New Year by coming together once again to connect and to support each other’s blogs. You all made the last Meet & Greet a great success; let us make this one even more wonderful.

– What’s the Point? –

To share your blog, find new blogs, and connect with other bloggers.

– What to Do –

  1. Leave a comment with a brief description of your blog along with a link to your blog (be sure to copy the entire blog address so it shows up as a hyperlink to allow others to easily visit you).
  2. Take a minute to visit some of the other blogs listed in the comments (Don’t be shy—make your presence known by reaching out and saying hi!). 
  3. Feel free to share or reblog this post to spread the word.
  4. Bookmark this post and revisit as many times as you would like to see who else has joined the party.

Remember, one of the best things about blogging is being able to connect with other bloggers…and the best way to do that is simply to visit the blogs that interest you and to show your support through liking, commenting, and/or following. So go ahead and show some love; you will be surprised at the connections you make!

With that said, let’s have a great New Year’s Meet & Greet!

With love,

Phoebe 💙

engaged!

A Bitter Thanksgiving.

Many of you may recall having read these lines from past Thanksgivings; it is a retelling of a visit I had with one of my patients during this time of year—a woman whose life and struggles were unlike mine in many ways, but who nevertheless taught me many things about courage and integrity.

I hope you enjoy these words, and have a blessed Thanksgiving week.

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Allow me to spin upon the spindle
a tale of an encounter true.
A patient once, a homeless mum,
her words now shared with you:

The hour of autumn arrives anew
when mirth and feasts abound.
But let me confess my days to you,
true gifts which have been found…

The steady cadence of my heart,
voice to praise when souls fall dark,
vision to behold each fresh day’s start-
For this, I am thankful.

The assured exhale of every breath,
joys gone by, its memories kept,
cloth to shield from winter’s death-
For this, I am thankful

Days when I can veil my cries,
days I look you in the eyes,

to know on night lies brighter skies-
For this, I am thankful.

So for this…I am thankful.

Storm.

 

A yearning
as sirens of
autumn’s breath
whisper words
of anticipation.
A rhythmic contralto
an echo to the soul
a welcomed unrest
as the valley chants 
its familiar tune.

Mesmerized
is she as gleams
of heaven incensed
unveil a sight divine.
A prelude
as skies yield to
nature’s command–
a foretaste of the
promised cleansing
of her deliverance.

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