The moon appears in stages reminding us of life and our ever-changing journey. At the start of this year I made decisions that will affect my life moving forward. Pumped by my resolve the path was clear for me. I expected resistance and experienced some bumps on the road to what I call my rediscovery
This Friday I will reach a milestone marking the end of the the first part of the endeavor. I stopped to smell the roses on the way and realized that anything is possible when you want it bad enough.
So look up and let the moon guide you in stages. Be brave, be strong, and most importantly, always be you!
The fragrant smell of roses was my wake up call reminding me to savor the moment. How long had it been? Was it three or four years? Shuddering I dispelled the troublesome thoughts that continued to creep into my head, derailing me. I let my mind come back to the present. Today was going to be about me and I just hoped I could remember how to do that.
Taking my tea, I stepped outside, feeling the warmth of the morning sun. I sat at the table I had lovingly restored and repainted. There was a breeze that gently blew away the cobwebs of my past. I felt almost light-headed as the thought of not one single duty to attend to brought a smile to my face. Many possibilities suddenly presented themselves and I thought this year’s a different thing – I will not think of you
It is still early as the sun has barely broken the dawn Sky, a pale yellow-grey and dew clings tightly to the grass The early bird yet to waken and give us his morning song A blanket of silence comforting and welcome Precious solitude invaluable before facing the day It is in these moments that time stands still I am gifted with peace and I give thanks
Through a window Raindrops fell silently Pooling in miniature puddles Between cobblestones Water gently washing away The day’s grime
Reminiscent of how, in quietness, and behind the scenes of everyday events The universe repairs and renews A flower with thirst quenched Dry, barren fields ready to receive seed Dirt slowly becoming mud and disappearing
A metaphor for life that sometimes Stops you in the tracks of confusion and hesitancy Wondering what has sullied your life On this day, and why Soon a cleansing rain will come
Revitalizing, restoring and reenergizing Freshening all it touches Life’s problems coming clean in the wash Forgetting easily what had saddened and temporarily paralyzed the soul Life goes on
This field of dreams lies barren but for the dandelions that thrive Patchy grass and dry dirt ensure trespassers will not tread the fallow soil For now it rests uncultivated and the weeds teach resilience Needing little care to show their beauty The color of sunshine they lie en masse A carpet of yellow, brightening a landscape devoid of visual beauty Flourishing without attention Tough and hardy Beauty in its persistence and perseverance When ready, this land will again be sown with hope and aspirations Its strength in its dormant roots that lie still, waiting, refusing to die
Lillian is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse tonight Mish hosted D'Verse Poetics on Tuesday and featured art by Vika Muse. An artist from Ukraine. She wanted us to choose one of her works to inspire a poem. I chose this beautiful one of dandelions. I was too late for Tuesday's prompt so am sharing tonight on OLN. This is Vika's description of her painting: "“Stop War” (“The Dandelion Field’) This artwork was finished on the day before the war started. It was my last peaceful day. The last day of my perfect life." I hope my poem has captured her county's plight You can see more of Vika's work on her Instagram or here.