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Poetry – Footprints.
Just a little weekend poetic wordplay…read on if you’d like. If you do, thanks for taking the time to check it out. Best of days to you all!
Poetry – Right Now.
Today, the sun shines…let’s enjoy it without worrying about whether or not it’ll shine tomorrow. Let’s appreciate…and enjoy….right now. Best of days to you all, and thank you for taking the time check out this post.
Poetry – Winter Skies.
Just a little poetic wordplay…read on if you’d like. Best of days to you all!
Poems from the Vault – You are Adventure.
Just a little poetic wordplay here…read on if you wish. Best of days and lots of sunshine (or rain, if that’s your thing) to you all.
Poetry – Summer Sun.
Summer is a beautiful time of the year. The sights, smells, and sounds are unique and wonderful in their own little distinct ways. I hope that yours (for those of you sweating away while reading this) is going well so far. Thanks for reading.
Poems – Create.
While sipping the coffee this morning and thinking about my list of projects and to do’s, I thought about the importance of seeing my little ideas to fruition. There was a time in my life when I didn’t realize how content I’d become with just thinking about ideas (and not doing a damn thing about them)…as if those ideas would just magically materialize out of thin air like some Harry Potter fantasy. There are no magic wands…there’s just work. Effort. Consistency. It’s easy to want to do something…it’s more of a challenge to formulate a plan. A dream is just a pretty picture trapped in our heads until we take the time to mold them into reality. Let’s get to work.
Poetry – Walls.
Walls; we’ve all got them, right? I’m not talking about the kind of walls that we hang our pictures on, but the ones that we create for ourselves. Our mental barriers that, oddly enough, can often be stronger than the ones that line our humble abodes. For many reasons, we construct walls to keep stuff in, or to keep stuff out. Some are based on past experiences, while many are raised by fears. Either way, they’re ultimately a hindrance; they prevent a freedom of true expression. We will atrophy behind them, thinking that we’re protected, until we earn our release. Let’s get out of there, right? Think about it. Best of days to all, and thanks for reading!
