Thursday, February 28, 2013

Who do you think you are, child?

Kids have a way of
Immersing themselves in the
Magic of everyday
Imagination, not
Knowing that this
Openness we think ordinary

Lives wild in our
Youth, so
Near that we
Never believe it can disappear.

Years later we will see that
Optimism challenged as the
Unknown morphs from
Newness to negativity. We 
Grow wiser, we think,

Master our own lives
And wonder why
Reality is far less
Tantilizing than
It was when 
No one was looking.
Evermore we seek the 
Zen of childhood.

Poetic Bloomings Memoir Project
PART 1 – Who do you think you are?

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Learning to sit still

Sometimes when I'm alone
I cry softly
into the emptiness
just to feel the vibrations

Sometimes when I'm alone
I sit quietly
in the vibration
just to let myself empty


Carry on Tuesday #194:
Sometime's when I'm alone I cry

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