All features start with one single image or piece of writing that influences all the other choices I make thereafter, at least for me. This time it was Anne Straub’s Focus on Spring. There is something so precious in the fragility of nature and she does it so very well. Nature should touch you deeply and the connection should be emotional as well as spiritual and from this connection all others arise. Sorry, I feel quite strongly about this and I hope the emotion and depth of feeling shows in all the pieces I’ve chosen.
Focus on Spring by © Anne Staub
And here is the perfect poem to match Anne’s wonderful capture of nature.
joy by © uncleblack
let the day unfold before us,
as the blossom bursts on the cherry tree,
a smattering of sweet petals
that lay like snowflakes on the leaves.
frogspawn blows bubbles across the pond
and sits afloat in its own splendid growth.
let my eyes only see what
sits ahead, and in front of me.
when closed i will feel the sun smarten my neck
a song will rise in my lungs.
i will give way,
to be here, this is now, and
there is no more joy greater than this.
From the joy of now to the promise of dreams and how we need to hold on to them.
Accroches-toi à ton rève… by © Tracey Mac
Our dreams don’t always work out the way we want them to, but that’s no reason to give up or give in.
Princess Wannabe by © mss3
She went to her love
Hoping he would see
The beautiful she’d found
A wonderful discovery
God she loved that man
He turned her inside out
The news she had today
Would make him turn about
She wasn’t bound to give up on love
Or all the words they’d shared
Promises said in heartbeats
Made when souls were bared
She dreamed this news wonderful
The start of a journey together
Little did she know whom she gave her heart
And he responded with harsh answer
She was heavy with child
He wanted to be free
She pleaded for him to stay
In haste he chose to flee
A child now suckles her breast
One day she’ll explain history
For now it’s a cuddle and coo
In the life of Princess Wannabe
And there are those sublime moments when we feel a deep connection and are totally blown away by it.
The Dance III (sinn) by © pauldrobertson
Even if we don’t always get it right the first time, if we’re lucky there are second or even third chances. If it’s meant to happen, it will.
a moment in time by © mohawk man
decades ago i felt at once
that we
were meant to be
again
at that moment
i fell in love with you
one more time
again
your head thrown back
with a little laugh
and that look in your eye
again
told me that we
had found our way back
to each other
again
two years passed
and i found
myself leaving
again
for the next twenty
i felt lost
and alone
again
until the day
we found each other
one more time
again
and that look in your eye
is just the same
and we will never be apart
again
for i will not leave
your loving side
not one more time
again
Although there are those connections that just seem to run through our fingers like water.
Entropy of Love by © Adam Howie
When we wish that we had that second chance to get it right.
If only time……….. by © SimplyRed
If only time gave me a second chance
would I sing instead of dance
would I be thankful
for what I take for granted
would I laugh and smile
knowing it was the last time
of shared moments….
of forever
a brief glimpse of tomorrow
bittersweet to the taste
and all consuming
of the NOW……….
cries of the too LATE
are not for
general consumption
enjoy the here and always
licking lips with a grin
of always treasue the
best moments
FOREVER!!!!!!!!!
love life …………
seize it with both hands
drink from
it’s cup ….
quenching your thirst
with welcoming hands
no dress rehearsal
the stage is set ……..
In those moments we watch ourselves and the world and wonder.
The eye by © madworld
Trying to find ourselves and our way back.
Today… by © Nathan Emery
I feel rather numb.
My mind, disconnected from my heart,
both disconnected from my body.
I’m that puzzle piece
nobody can ever seem to find
at the very end;
the box is empty but there’s still
one spot left.
Walking oblivious to the turmoil
that surrounds my everyday
like some sort of emotional hurricane,
I am the eye; the dead spot
in the very center spinning
like an old scratchy record
with no music.
Today the world moves in slow motion;
a blur of bodies and color melt together around me
swaying through my eyes as I blink,
trying to at least pretend
I’m even here at all,
and not feeling so invisible.
Because, of course, there is no place like home.
There’s No Place Like Home by © Matthew Pugh
Home doesn’t have to be a place either, home is where your heart is.
Say by © LoveWitness
My beautiful reality
Exists within the parameters
Of the world
Of your words
Untie the knots
Of my deception
Undress the lies
They are stinking rags
Say a word
Shower me like rain
I close my eyes
I am crowned
With jewels
Better than diamonds
Purer than silver
I covet your words
More than gold
I wait for your voice
That’s it for this week. Hope you enjoyed the show. 🙂
xo