24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
One year has gone
Same city, different room
Still alone
With even more many
My needs and more are met
I found a great job I bet
Got another room
Where I go very early morning
To honour and practice
My creativity
Full colours and full size
Big drawing and dreaming
I’m alone now, in this room
Not alone in this life
In just one week, my first
Exhibition in plain light
Where I share
With all who care
I’m alone
I’m with all
Myself
As she felt the earth melt beneath her feet, a loving breeze enveloped her.
She saw stardust glisten in the distance.
The sound of crashing waves surrounded her.
As fairies lifted her from the melting earth, she felt herself begin to plummet.
Floop! A billowy white cloud broke her fall.
Suddenly there was music, to match the beat of her heart.
Then he appeared. And she knew the spell had been broken.
gj
A rustle in the leaves
awakens me
the sunlit dapple
turning green to silver
and blue to bright
A cool wind caress
finds June warmed flesh
a magical sign
the solstice has come
Freeing us from the curse
of our dark winters song
C. Churchill
Image Courtesy of “DimitrisVetsikas” at Pixabay
Dog’s have a special kind of magic.
What lies captive in the eyes of a dog
Is worth wondering about,
Since the thoughts of a dog
Are pure and true.
The stare of a dog capivates,
And holds one captive at the same time.
Once a dog has assessed a human
It never changes its perspective.
The words “First impressions last”
Is truest with a dog. Their instinct never fails
For that reason, I will always be a dog person
Antoinette LeRoux © 2019
Soundless, the roses
sing their fragrant music that
only I can hear.
J. Pratt-Walter
6/22/2019
Our Holy God above, is named the Great I Am–
So who am I, but bit of dust, to compare to Calvary’s Lamb?
Truly, I am only dust, given life by Him;
But what a blessed life I have, as He falls fresh within.
I am a sorry, sin-filled soul, washed clean by Calvary’s blood–
The thought of how He suffered, as it flowed just like a flood,
Is one that makes me stand in awe, almost in disbelief,
But Love that He showed forth that day, brought dusty souls relief.
I am sent to tell the world of His great love for us.
To tell of His Forgiveness of sin that rots and rusts
The very bone and marrow that make our frame within,
Then washes us with grace, given undeserved by Him.
I am a slave to Heaven’s jewel–My Master loves me so!
I pray there’s nothing He would ever ask, with answer, “No!”
For just as dust is scattered when cleaning chores are done,
He can scatter me wherever sinful souls need won.
I am a student of His Word; it fills my mind each day.
To feel Him walk beside me, jolts my step to one of sway.
To read the Word, and learn of love the Father gives to all,
I am blessed each day, humbly leading this dust ball.
her wings sing as she hovers by my shoulder.
music dancing on my skin.
our hearts visit the winds memories.
wings beating, air rushing though my hair, tangled.
I float
I am a dream caught in the wrong body.
It was nothing short of magical,
the circle of silent dancers swaying as one
while one at a time they stepped into the center,
improvising love and gratitude around
to acknowledge each gift and challenge.
This community evolved across years
with creativity and grace instilled
by our leader, embracing each
Parkinson’sed partner through
their decline. My husband, too.
Shy at first, he quickly grew to love
this group as I love the dance,
both predictable and new.
The community grew close and loving –
danced on stage, at the waterfront
in our kitchen, for one another.
When I entered the studio
three days following his death
they were circling their season’s farewell.
Beckoned to their midst, I joined
as honor, love, gratitude and grace
flowed both ways, suspending time
and loss.
It was nothing short of magical.
sarahw
I am red
When I am angered
I am orange
When I sunbathed
I am yellow
When I am ill
I am green
When I am jealous
I am blue
When I am sad
Or am I drunk?
Well … um … anyways-
I am purple
When I am bruised
I am pink
When I am loved