Habits of a Curated Life   Perhaps if I left the refrigerator door ajar it would trend. Would I influence wannabes, elicit elegance? (My kitchen sparkles in morning light.)   If I captured the unwavering undertow, moved waves of followers who yearn for an ounce…

Bedtime is near but I’m still writing I can’t stop my mind at twelve prompts It continues to think of more words to write & rhyme. Words can flow freely now it’s time to say bye.

Four birds of a feather Delicately dance together Now my morning routine To recall all those moves And still keep up the groove Gets harder with each passing year But try I must and not hesitate In order to keep myself in shape.

“In the early morning, As I walked into my balcony, I was met, by a cold gust of wind, And a thousand different sounds: Birds chirping, crows cawing, dogs barking, And as I sat on my bamboo swing set, My eyes were met, by a…

The ice forms so effortlessly here bringing winter into the view seasons changing with each day helping shape tomorrow never backing down staying so true magical honest free.  

New beginnings Clean slate Start fresh Unburdened Free Unbound

This too shall pass Like every sunrise or sunset It comes and goes. There will be another tomorrow. Even behind the clouds the sun rises and sets. As years move on and age increases.  

Skyscrapers, their feet Set in concrete, Watch over the smoggy city street. The needles of factory chimneys Spin fluffy cotton clouds Into dreary mundane grey funeral shrouds To spread on the city street. Only the gaudy glow Of neon-lit store fronts Pierces the murky smog…

Try, try, try again don’t give up persistence pays. Keep going for one more day.

Out in the country I hear the birds chirping before the dawn’s first light waking me up with their songs. So many melodies I wonder in awe and mystery the lyrics to their songs.