All day he dreams of clovers
Fields of little flowers
He roams the hills without a care
Spreading sweetness where he goes
Happy Birthday to my Bunnyman Friend Paul
I hope you have a beautiful day!
Thank you for being you.
Month: April 2019
I’ve been working life like a railroad
I keep thinking I might be done
Giving one more time, one more try
I’ve been working life like a railroad
thinking we would make it
through the tunnel
Always believing and seeing
There’s just another tunnel ahead
You seem to like life on the rail
I love you so
I’ll walk the rails with you
I’m not chicken :)
I’m not chicken…well maybe just a little one 🙂
Happy Easter
Sweet bunnies for you 🌸🐰
105 in people years
15 x 7 = 105 years old, my Angel dog. She used to run, now we sounder. She still gets so excited when we wander in the tall grass, she smells for bunnies just like she did when she was young. Now we watch them when she sees them. She’s fell once and hurt her knee and be both recovered together from our broken parts. 😊 Such a sweetness when I think about how her sweet feet have wandered. She makes me smile.
Her heart needs a little hope
Tree, Tree, Tree, Tree, Tree
I noticed as I looked at each tree surrounding this land, each was moving to the invisible wind. Then something came to me about your heart, you have deferred your hope to another human being, therefore you are heart sick. Some say; put your hope in God; some say put your hope in your high self; or put your hope in the Universe but, I think it’s much much bigger than this. It doesn’t have words and I wanted you to see and feel what saw.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw my wildflowers waving at me so I went to see them. My heart was so happy when I saw them because I knew the other wildflowers are close behind…and it made me smile and have a sense of renewed hope for you. I hope you feel it too. Maybe it was my heart that needed a little hope. Probably so.
Romancing her pain
I heard her cries for help
I listened to her heart
I waited till she was safe
At least or so I thought
Then I realized…
She wasn’t ship wrecked
She had wrecked her own ship
on purpose
Over and over slamming
Into the rocks
Such raged and ravaged her body
It scared me, I became silent
I could scream, I know I should
but silence overtook me
Watching from afar
Did she know she wrecked herself?
Does she know she broke her brokeness?
Wide open, writhing in pain
In a stupor of mindlessness
Romancing her pain
She waltzed with her misery
I cast a life line once more
I held myself steady
To help the broken one
I think she likes being broken
Romancing her pain
Still looking for the light
Still looking for the light
Even if it’s just a glimmer
I see it because
I’m looking for the light
She sees magic
She thought by now
They would see the magic
She thought by now
It would be evident
She pays no mind
To those who don’t see
the magic
She keeps being magic
Reinventing herself
Every day…She sees magic
She is magic
MichelleMarie
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