Love Is Not a Poem

On love


Hamsa We fall under the gaze of so many eyes ready to cast judgment ready to mark our time ready to clock our actions with authoritarian bearing - But the gaze is harmless the judgment without force simply observation a bark without bite meant to sway and intimidate - We stand, protected immune to evil’s … Continue reading Hamsa


Photo by Karolina Grabowska on We never ask for uniformity finding pleasure in the flaws the ripples racing across cool surfaces taking us elsewhere with a smooth touch candles burning low and incense a memory upon the air genuflection and novenas statues and silence a door that closes at the whim of hatred while … Continue reading Anointed

Queen Elizabeth II #FridayPhilosophy

“Grief is the price we pay for love.” - Queen Elizabeth II


With clear eyes our hearts can see at last love is all around us when we hold it within ~ Caroline A. Slee

Fleur #wwwblogs

A daily visit Like a prayer Coming on the first touch of dawn Winging in on an open heart Both talisman and benediction A swift omen With a light touch And a flash of joy A reminder Of love ~ Caroline A. Slee

The Moon and the Tides

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

Unforgiving #MondayBlogs

They hide Their dessicated hearts Behind a book Speaking venom With a smile Quick to levy blame On others Casting ill will Upon love They forget The power they assign When they scream That I am sin I am the flood I am the storm The earth trembles Where I stand No more And no … Continue reading Unforgiving #MondayBlogs


We remember a martyr Who lived compassion With romance And chocolate And the trappings of love We see on silver screens Not the quiet everyday Of comfortable mornings Nor the silliness Of midnight dances As children pile into bed It is not the love we know That is recognized with glamour And public declarations But … Continue reading Tradition

As Above #MondayBlogs

My feet dance Upon the sky As the clouds soften My waking hours A world in beauty Awakening my senses Cloaking me In gratitude Though I may be stuck In momentary forgetfulness These sights bring me back To my own heart No matter how far I may travel Or the years In between I am … Continue reading As Above #MondayBlogs