Thursday, August 18, 2016

I Stand Beside You


I Stand Beside You

I stand beside you,
poised to listen to your soul.
Unburden yourself.

No words are too harsh
to end our conversation.
I listen freely.

No conversation
is too long to hold my ear.
I listen closely.

No sorrow too great
to cause me to turn away.
I listen always.

I stand beside you
firmly, without fail.


I'm going to take a break next week. My next post will be Tuesday, August 30.

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Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Glow


Glow

The light makes a splash.
Brightens random places.
Leaves shadows
in other spaces.

The eye-catching glow
garners all the attention.
We love shiny things.

The shadows sit
in the background,
serene and self-assured.
They know there are places
that the light will never reach.

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Thursday, August 11, 2016

Adrift


Adrift

Are the clouds set
adrift each day?
Do they wander aimlessly?
May they choose the spots
they want to hover?
Or, are they carried
from one place to another
with no say in where
the journey takes them?

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Thursday, August 4, 2016

Natural Talent


Natural Talent

Art of the
highest order.
Sculptor unknown.
Has natural talent.
Works with wind,
sun, rain and snow.
The price is always
set in stone.

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Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Perched


Perched

The bird is perched
high in the tree.
Feels the wind
but doesn't have
to fight it.
Looks at the view
in stillness instead
of in motion.
Sees with
newfound clarity. 

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Thursday, July 28, 2016

Overshadowed


Overshadowed

I am always in your shadow.
The dark, cold spot left by your death.
I cannot seem to catch my breath.
I don't know which path to follow.
If I turn, I still meet sorrow.
Alone, yet sensing you hover
near but unseen--undercover.
Don't know how to shake the feeling.
Day by day, it sends me reeling.
Balance is hard to recover.

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