her beautiful face
transfixed by the white glow
as if she’s perfect
but the moon has pot marks too
no woman is perfect
February 17, 2017
I wrote this during National Haiku Writing Month this year.
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
What do you think of this definition?
week of Halloween
everyone picks a pumpkin
ignores its flower
Have you been ignoring the simple beauty around you as complete tasks? Be sure to enjoy your tasks today and notice the little things around you. Also be sure to look at all of the posts I have made today (this should be three of four). I am catching up with the PAD Challenge.
Egyptian art exhibit
the details have faded
the beauty remains
I got to travel with my husband see some very wonderful artifacts and works of art this summer. We got to go back to the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art and take my dad and brother. What have you done this summer?
heads hang low when
beauty is too much to bear
I photoshopped this picture and I really like how it turned out. Have you ever noticed how peonies often drag the ground when they are fully bloomed out? They are pretty, but their blooms are so heavy it is hard for them to stay standing upright.
Death at a Distance
Rocks falling through the sky
They are ugly up close
But as they fall they are beautiful
As they burn and turn in the night sky
They are a sight to behold
We find death beautiful and over too fast
When it happens in the sky
Here is an early small stone poem of mine. I hope you guys are liking these little diddies. Make sure to press like if you are! If something strikes a chord in you leave me a comment below.
Day 6 is Obsession
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t obsessed with lip glosses and balms. I love Burt’s Bees.
blooms before leaves
beauty before wisdom
trees in 2013
Most plants grow their foliage first, and then grow their blooms. Trees do it backwards.
What backwards thing have you noticed lately?
Editing for Publication
I have murdered my darlings,
The stain will never leave my hands.
They are soaked with the
Blood of my poetry.
Cauterizing as I cut
I hack through arteries
Hoping the body will be better.
I wrap it in gauze
And send it to bed.
Haven’t I hacked away enough
Of my beautiful words?
When will Frankenstein’s Monster
Have been through enough
To indeed LIVE.
I don’t want to do more surgery,
I can’t bear to lift the scalpel again.
Please find beauty in this one.
This is another poem that I am dedicating to my fellow poets.
It is National Poetry Month here in the US. Will you be writing a poem every day? Will you write a poem at all, or only read some? How will you be celebrating or teaching about this month?
beauty finds a place
I challenge you to find something beautiful today. Can you see the beauty in something that is dilapidated?
Pressing down the shutter clicks
Colors are trapped in chemicals
Liquids and lasers hold inside
What’s held in my mind’s eye
Faces, flowers, sunsets, sunrises
Beauty in several forms
Dances through a metal case
This is one of my older poems that is probably too short to get published.
Life shouldn’t be this hard
I wonder if that is what the worm says
As he shuts himself away from the world
Only to get bored while stewing in solitude
He has to struggle then
To come back to the world
But his wings, once unfolded
Are beautiful for the struggle
If you look very closely you can see that this butterfly just came out of it’s cocoon.