The world is loud. It stands too close.
Its breath is heavy with old sleep.
I don’t really think the world is this way
but sometimes it’s just wearing
to hope for the shiny and fresh and friendly.
That part’s up to me to find:
a child, a blue sky with breezy clouds,
questions, grateful for answers.
I lean away from the sad and mean
back up from the anger and drama
not mine to fix it all – I can’t –
what can I do, remembering kindness?
Look, that cloud looks like a cat
and now it’s an umbrella floating away.
Seeking?
The Quote Box
I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by conscious endeavor.
— Henry David ThoreauThe Cat Cam
Travels to NZ
20 Years of 30 poems in 30 days!
Randomness
Categories
The Archives
Subscribe to Blog via Email
Join 24 other subscribers
Pingback: NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Six |