Under the shoulders I lift Placing gently down and safe I adjust for comfort (Hour 13/Haiku) Written as a brief thought about the work I do.

Fire Feet, Floating Soul

Dance Dance Dance Gasp Five, six, seven, eight, Mirror, mirror on the wall, From the tippy top – do it all, Turn Twist Heads Flick Boom-boom-cha Take a water break Let’s recap Has everyone got that? Two groups We’re filming for the video 200% this…

Hour Thirteen- Pink Paradise

Pink Paradise It was a pink street. The sky was pink, The shops were pink. This pink paradise was cotton candy. The gentle crowds were enthralled in this pink exquisite, Taking a bite from the cloud-like treat. In this bustling paradise, there were two white-colored…

Gardening

“Hey beauties” this I always shout Every morning when the sun comes out I lift each leaf to check some worms might hinder every budding bud that forms Just this morning a tiny shoot Few days more delicious fruit Beside the window birds cheerfully sing…

Hope In Hopeless Times (hour 13, prompt 13)

Walking with the sunrise Has become a normal thing Since we’ve been locked inside our houses It’s when my soul can sing There’s just something about the dawn That breathes hope into my soul When the sun’s rays pierce the darkness Merging night with day;…

Home Work Out

My abs are burning, Legs weak, sweat’s on my body. The lady is telling me to next. Ready to go. Push ups and rotation; Diamond push ups, Military push ups. God! I just want to look fit for the King’s Daughter. I didn’t sign up…

Pour down your thoughts dear Here are your swords- paper and pen Keep writing, have no fear! Pour down your thoughts dear Here is your world – book Keeping imagining, in full gear! Pour down your thoughts dear Here is your teacher – the nature…

Walking

Walking That is to say, the exercise of walking baffles me and I think of this often in my strolls through the streets of my neighborhood When does a walk change into a hike, for example? Do I unintentionally become a

Morning Mercy

Flowing warmth washes away the things left undone – a fresh start to the day.   I inhale the scents rising up in the steam. I give thanks for each day. As I wash my soul clean.

Eunoia

Pour down your thoughts; Don’t vomit them out! Let them flow out of you.. Then Give them a direction.. You will witness a beautiful river flowing; A river, full of thoughts!!