my thoughts fell silently,
quietly–
in a soft, early morning hush
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Happy Christmas
These are difficult and trying times. I’ve had very little to say in the past several months, so this tiny blog has been quiet. Today I send out thoughts of hope, of peace, of healing, and of health for all. Be well my friends, Happy Christmas and Feliz Ano Nuevo.
Con todo mi Carino – Sylvia
Dream Variation
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Dream Variation by Langston Hughes, from The Weary Blues published in 1926
Lately in Images
Heart
there is a piece of my heart
that always and forever
leads me right back to
you
The Lonely
for the lonely,
the past haunts with a vengence
The Details
sometimes the details of life make it hard to breathe,
make it so that my heart feels squeezed and i tell myself to keep it together–
often i feel foolish because it isn’t over heroic acts or poetic words
it isn’t intense emotions over politics or rhetoric or what’s right or what’s wrong with the world–
it’s about a robin eating berries in the snow (why didn’t he migrate?)
and a detail in the railing that made me look twice,
it’s when a man holds his wife’s hand gently and absentmindedly caresses her arm,
it’s the 1968 photo where faces beam with hope and happiness,
and how his goodbye was a little hurried, like ripping off a band-aid and shaking off the sting
Broken
He was broken
and he was beautiful
Industrial Beauty
a different kind of beauty
Shadows
shadows are like morning webs,
tangled in our downcast lashes and hushed lips,
at once beautiful and terrifying