Tag Archives: Perseverance
Love will becomeNow Let’s Do This Thing
A single seed, plant with me.
Name it with wishes and might and endeavor for it.
In the dark, early mornings, remember that it needs our care.
Let it feed us when the day’s shadows are exhaustingly long.
Plant this seed with me.
The Meeting
Sink into uncertainty
Sink into the day
Presuming your preparedness will greet you half-way
And ‘though you feel helpless, believe that you’re not
When doubt asks for its due
Tell it, “I have not “
The Consequences of Smiling
The Consequences of Smiling
by Lisa
You’ll always look four and twelve
Eighty even, but not forty at all
Kids will look at you funny for a minute
Then run to you
They’ll want to stay
Real adults won’t take you seriously
So beware
The eyes begin to go
Wrinkles at the corners
Nearsightedness -the good kind of myopia
You’ll see the treasure too
The up-close
The forest for the trees
Your own awe-struck stare at dawn
Your face will stay that way
Muscle memory (Mom was right)
You’ll be the light
In someone’s lousy day
On your own hard days
You’ll see your smile too
Its asymmetry…its perseverance
Smiles are feathers
Warmth for mind, body and soul
Insulation from frowns
Lift for the wings
Yours and theirs
Rainbow-colored plumage for this place
Smiles, like feathers that tickle
Ode to Socrates
I knew nothing before you
Not a worthwhile thing
When to climb to heights
Why all feels imprecise
Where I ought to look
To sometimes not think twiceI knew nothing before you
Nothing that meant a fig
How I have it all
Why I love baseball
Not even my name
To rise again, post-fall
Rhythmic March
In your rhythmic March
I watch you walk
With then against
The pull of the pre-dawn wind
And I wonder whether you feel
It is worth it
What consumes you
Now is cold, this Day
If the glass and girders
Keep you for a time
Then afterwards, what else
Claim what will count
Would that comes always
Always and ever
The consuming fire
And you brandish a flame
In your rhythmic March
Still, Soft Search
Four corners I’ve found
Flat, hard, sharp, square
I dig in, grasping, despite the glare
Emptying
It would appear
It is for naught
And not my style
I let go, hoping, because the song
Singing
The world must be softer than this
What Trust
Is there a reason not to do this?
Is there a reason not to tear out my mind, haul it to sea, throw it to the deep?
What right has it had to do the same to my heart?
Day after day, year after year.
May it be my mission.
I see no reason not to do this.
This Haiku: Character
I’m a believer
In smiling through any pain
A firm believer
This Haiku: July 22, 2015
We see words have wings
So fly free “I adore you”
Land soft where you will
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