No moment wasted -no time frittered away -every move an intention -with each uncertain step. Each breath a battle -deliberate in depth -every word an intention -issued in a shaky voice. Journeys move into new -days roll into night -every circle an intention -as we keep moving forward. ~ Caroline A. Slee
Life
The Calling
We hear it calling us on the wind Speaking each of our names when the skies are still A poem of hope, of future, of optimism Meant for ears that still listen to wonder We set forth on a road we are called to travel With only a glance for all we leave behind ~ … Continue reading The Calling
Post-birthday Reflections
Yesterday, I turned 44. I usually like to reflect on the year behind me in the days leading up to my birthday, but I didn't really do that this year. I've been burning the candle at both ends and in the middle, and it is finally catching up to me these days. Last November (2019, … Continue reading Post-birthday Reflections
Destroyer
Destruction spirals the perfection of chaos transformation unasked and unwanted and absolute ~ Caroline A. Slee
Rites and Resurrections
It is all spirit Returning to our source Finding strength in the unseen depths As we turn from shallow living ~ Caroline A. Slee
The Poetry of Irritation
The endless countdown of insomnia whispering the hours of rest ahead if I only "go to sleep now" Drowning in the early hours by neighboring chain saws and leaf blowers Idle wishes that spellcraft could transform me waking dreams of hibernation and life in a remote forest cave The clash of arguing teens, at unholy … Continue reading The Poetry of Irritation
Routine #MondayBlogs
After months of poetry, I thought I might just have a conversation with everyone today. 😉 It's a vast understatement to say that we have been living in unprecendented times. The times are also stressful, uncertain, terrible for mental health, anger-inducing, and really baffling. Yes, I am one of those people who wonders at all … Continue reading Routine #MondayBlogs
Climbing
On the good days I can skip a step Two at a time A sprint upward But energy flags And the mind loses focus Still I climb One step at a time A hand on the railing The other on the wall I continue upward The journey Was never meant To be a long, smooth … Continue reading Climbing
The Keys
Hours spent creating beauty Sending music off into the air Like so many prayers Drifting away on perfumed smoke But now the keys are challenge As fingers struggle over their silky surface The melodies sink heavy That former lightness just a relic of another time Harmonies crash like cymbals As every chord becomes effort The … Continue reading The Keys
Summertime
Another harvest And still more work The promises of youth A thing of the past The summers of carelessness running wild days spent out of doors Falling towards home When the dinner whistle came All of us answering Like eager puppies After digging through mud And wading after crawdaddies With no thought of danger There … Continue reading Summertime