You once said," she recalled, "in the storm's heart lies calm, where dreams forge their path, and courage crafts the soul's ascent to boundless skies.
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You once said," she recalled, "in the storm's heart lies calm, where dreams forge their path, and courage crafts the soul's ascent to boundless skies.
A4. Between Two Heartbeats
The silence between us, within us, the beating of our hearts — I let it flow and listen to the moments in between, when words fall silent, and we simply are, just spirit, here and now.
So precious are the moments in which we are — dreams, fleeting, beats in unison, love’s soft song.
You. Me. I love you.
Growing Up and Out
My mother My miracle mother My beautiful kind smart mother
Who held me in her womb, her arms, her heart Taught me to say please and thank you And I love you and I hate you
Now I go walking alone, driving alone With my thoughts and hers
I work so hard to leave her Day in and day out I pray I don't burden my miracle mother
But I know that even after all of these years, No one will ever soothe me in the same way
Poppies
Imagine a field of dead poppies, With a dead sun overhead, Imagine a field of dead poppies, Each petal freshly bled.
Imagine a field of dead poppies, And a bench sitting by the side, Sitting with a view of the poppies Whose memory never died
And in a few days' time, Nothing but bare barren earth, Lest we forget their death, Death for a new world’s rebirth,
Imagine a field of wild flowers, There where the poppies once fought, Imagine a field of wild flowers, Where poppies were once cut short.
I hope you enjoyed this late remembrance day poetry, and if you did be sure to like and check out my blog for more (Fred's Poetry Journal link here).
Every day, I rise with the sun, fueled by dreams and determination, knowing my journey is my masterpiece in the making.
With confidence as my compass, I embrace each challenge, knowing that my courage lights the path to my brightest self.
In his quiet moments of mindfulness, he discovers the seeds of personal growth, nurturing them into a garden of endless potential.
Your ambition fuels your journey, balance builds strength, and hope ignites your path. You're destined for greatness.