she pondered her own sense and sensibility with a haiku
the wind is howling
the sickness has taken hold
my foolish hearts aches
the wind is howling
the sickness has taken hold
my foolish hearts aches
And that’s an order! 😉 I went out looking for something “orderly” for Photo Friday this week. I have an eye for love, self-expression and freedom far more than I do for “order”, I guess. Not having luck with “order”, I started seeing orders like, “keep out” or “stop at light” that our society uses…
testing, testing…123
Butterflies were released from the dark places. Her heart, relieved and stronger, flung itself wider. (and she rejoiced)
It is such a misguided notion to believe there is any other place to be but this one– the sweet smell of rain (the droplets falling on the very paper on which I was writing this), surrounded by poetry. A church bell chimes nearby and machines whirrrrrr all around me. The cacophony of seagulls crying…
Let your heart melt. Love is worth it.
“One makes a thousand moons go mad with love And blush all night” -Hafiz