A snippet of grief
Gentle Days We move towards gentle days quiet and peaceful in spirit we build a world we wish to see blooming with kindness linked with beautiful words and beautiful hearts we move towards gentle days far from the chaos of the now afloat on hope and optimism for the vision we have created - Caroline … Continue reading Gentle Days
Garlic will not act as safety no crucifix to ward them off  it’s never blood they seek but all that makes you is their meal of choice the friend in foul weather the stirrer of tempests at sea the first to attack when vulnerability appears they seek their way in we become a wall … Continue reading Energy Vampire
A whisper remains:contrasting colorsbougainvillea petalsa hummingbird hoveringover each step we takethe owl sings her songas night falls on the mountainand memories of oneI did not know surround us ~ Caroline A. Slee
They never tell the everyday stories It all must be princesses, monsters, or wars Not the quiet family, living in the woods Making friends out of spirits And legends And lore The idyllic cottage, with it's cheerful windows Waiting in the snow-covered woods For the end of the day For work to end And family … Continue reading Lore
It once was a simple love story As if we could say such things are ever simple The sky and the sea Endlessly stretching towards each other In a just-missed embrace But simple always evolves As love does the same: A living being driven to survive Until the moon and the tides Declared themselves in … Continue reading The Moon and the Tides
Would we grow - Strong and wild - If we were cast outside neat rows Instead of withering On gracious stems Centerpieces in someone's life Oh, to cling to nourishment Hearty soil to allow us To set down roots Raising our heads Into the sunlight Basking in our shapes and beauties To run untamed And … Continue reading Wildflower
Others will use Your past To hurt you They want you to live In the version of you That gives control Instead of taking it Others will throw Barbs at you Sending your trust Back as a messenger Meant to hurt Leaving wounds Others will pray A list of your sins Your transgressions Your errors … Continue reading Weaponized
We should be impossible Finding our way Though we are not welcome Building a path Through mountains and concrete Planting our roots Where they ought not grow We should be impossible Forgotten and cast aside Yet quietly starting to flourish Despite that impossibility We create the possible Whether in anger Or despair Or stubborn hopefulness … Continue reading We Should Be Impossible
The geometry of all Shades of a sacred pattern Overlooked When it does not align With a world of colors We prefer We sing praises as we turn our backs Pretending virtue In judgment and neglect Forgetting the sacred Held within each of us We forsake the other All others On flimsy excuses Willfully ignorant … Continue reading Sacred