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More Than White Blossoms

Posted in inspiration, tagged , , , , on March 23, 2024| Leave a Comment »

“Imperfections are not inadequacies; they are reminders that we’re all in this together.”
― Brené Brown

White blossoms appear like smiles all along the street. After watching the news, I could use them. However, I am told there are too many tree blossoms. Invasive, like the flu. The Bradford Pear. It promises no fruit.

And I see sweetness anyway. For now. If only genuine beauty could overwhelm the land. I consider what I can give. What white blossoms can I share? What kind of pure white will invade despair and destroy it?

I sigh. Too lofty an ambition. Yet, a friend or two, or three, could use encouragement. Heck, a pleasant word at the grocery store can be a seed. A thank you has its unknown power.

While blossoms appear like smiles all along the street. For now. May I realize that imperfect is the norm in this continuing now.

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Old People, an Acrostic

Posted in poetry, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on March 12, 2024| Leave a Comment » 






“It`s not how old you are, it`s how you are old.” 
― Jules Renard

Old People

Old People,
Look at the present and savor it because each
Day may not be
Perfect, but if it’s not
Enveloped in pain, it’s okay.
Old folk, celebrate the
Persons in your lives who
Love because it alone makes
Existence worthwhile.  Love back~
 

					
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Lost, Again

					

					Posted in poetry, tagged , , , , , , , ,  on March 2, 2024|
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“We make a lot of detours, but we're always heading for the same destination” 
― Paulo Coelho

Lost—Again


The directional app on my phone 
remains mute, while the road twists 
and my mind twists with it  
into lost places I’ve been. 

Memories explode bully-style inside 
my brain synapses, creating panic.
No sound, but an arrow on my screen says 
turn left at the next corner. I remember 

the shop with the worn yellow sign.
And space in my head and heart opens.
I know to move through uncertainty. 
Celebrate my detours. Consider 

the possibility that others hide pain
behind strange, sour, surly behavior. 
May peace be made from pieces,
one imperfect turn at a time.


Originally published in For a Better World 2020
reprinted previous blog





					
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