There are things I can’t change And things I never would, Things from the past, the present And what is yet to unfold. There are things I can’t change. Like the weather or time, The changing of seasons The rhythm and rhyme of A sunrise and sunset, Star bright and moon light. There are things…
She sat quietly looking out the window of the bus. She was careful to keep her face blank of expression and avoided all eye contact with everyone hoping to discourage any form of communication. She was sure that if someone looked too closely, they would be able to see past her carefully placed mask, read…
This life or the next, we often wonder What our past, present, and future hold To travel through each life existence Striving to grow and evolve. Continuing on through space and time Our destiny yet to be told, Learning the many lessons As each new life unfolds. To continually feed and nourish The everlasting sacred…
Once upon a time in a long-forgotten corner of an attic sat a child’s toy from many seasons past. It was tucked away behind boxes of bobs and forgotten treasures, hidden under a mountain of dust and a thick blanket of time. Painted on the sides of the curious box were images that had once…
A thin blue line Cuts through the middle Of tragedy and loss, They continuously strive To find peace and harmony Where despair often resides. Red lights and blue lights Flash in the dark Scared cries and raised voices Split through the night Brings out the uniformed, the many un-thanked Who venture out un-daunted into the…
Soft pink streaks form across the sky, No wind stirs this slumbering morn, The scent of dew floats on the mist, The world stretching, yawning, re-awakening anew. All is quiet in the dark forest deep The clearing still in slumber sleeps, Before the creatures of the wood awake, Not a sound, even a hushed breath…
Like dirt-devils racing A cloud of chaos comes. Seeming to lie dormant and quiet Something stirs them awake. Spinning and churning like Autumn leaves in the wind. They roll across your path leaving bits of negative Dust in their wake. ~Koneta
Where has the compassion gone? For our fellow man Scurrying around in our busy days Forgetting who we are On this small planet we call home Living day to day Have we lost the ability to care or sympathize All empathy gone away. A simple gesture or one kind word A thank you or a…
Along I walked in the silence of the wood Thought to be alone and unobserved And there beside me a small wolf appeared From where he came, I could not know His nose was cool to the touch of my hand His eyes always calm and reassuring No fear was felt as he gazed up…
At her table she sits with crystal and candle Awaiting the Fool to arrive With his pockets a jing’lin And possessions in tow With his trusted little friend at ths side. The Carni’vale has come to town With tents and games a’plenty Enticing all with coin in purse To join the fun Adventure awaits the…