Food pictures in my
facebook friends news feed while I
slowly sip Ensure.

"Beautiful Way"

There's an elegant beauty to the
Way
I move,
Though most can't see it, most
Don't know.
But when each movement is a
Struggle,
Each movement
Becomes
Beautiful.

The fallen leaves are
full of colors that show how
beautiful change is.

(written for my online class)

There's something about dying trees that hits me as a reminder not just of mortality, but how beautiful death can be.
We live for the cycle, each one of us rejoicing and mourning, living and dying.
All of us, the same potential as a dying tree--to die with beauty and grace.

(Written earlier today, inspired by a dying tree I saw while driving.)

I just opened my poetry book to find this, which I'm a bit surprised at. I don't remember writing this, but here it is ( Read more... )

So... I can write again. I'm not sure of where my limit is yet, but it's been years since I've been able to write this comfortably. Though now I am feeling some pain, actually, but it's not tendon pain... it's ulnar-bone pain, so maybe it will go away as that continues to heal. In any case, ( I wrote a poem tonight: )

Bunches of snow like little
White flower buds on bushes as
My soul gazes out in wonder at this
World He has created -

The bunches of snow like the
Promise of Resurrection.
Today, there. Tomorrow,
Gone…

but not lost.

"Winter ( Read more... )

It's been well over a year since I've written an inspired poem, so I had kind of given up on them. Maybe poetry wasn't for me, I figured; maybe it's just not what I'm meant to write. So I was a bit surprised today to find myself with an inspiration while folding laundry. It came out as a sonnet, though I don't think it's a very good one. But, ( Read more... )