It's time to look at the sky
And marvel. Or at the eyes
Of love or just of friendship
For inspiration. Circumspection
Is found around each corner.
Awe is found in every flower.
Wonder at what a day brings
Must make gratitude brim.
It's time for awe, inspiration,
For gratitude, for reflection
Tag Archives: Poem
Looking up
You look up, as I have asked
You, dear reader, to and the
Roof lines caught in the sun
At midday are as wondrous
A sight as promised, giving
You, and me, a reason for
Joy and a moment of awe,
It is not yet dusk, the time
For true wonder, yet we see
The beauty in the diverse
Lines of the buildings we
Glimpse from a block afar
Such lucky walkers are we
A deep freeze
It's not news to anyone who's been
Out today, it's cold out -profoundly
So. My skin has just begun to thaw
In the warmth of a very comfortable
Room. It tingles, itchy, smarting as
It warms up, unsure that it is OK to
Relax or ease into the temperature
In which there is no pain, sitting in
Short sleeves, happily feeling air
Not layers of clothing swaddling
Me against whipping winds and
Egregious chills. I am lighter on my
Own outside the winter jackets, the
Protections through which gales
Force themselves, against my will.
Happy times
I recall happy days
Remember good times
Record pleasant memories
I recoil from misery
Shun bad feelings
Rebuff irksome thoughts
Remember that glorious day?
Remind me, what did we eat?
Do you recall the sunset that evening?
The warm spring night,
The music?
The scent of lilacs?
Remember those glorious days?
Splendor
Theists would see the deity
In every detail, and I would
Concur. At least as far as the
Wonder. There is an aching
Beauty in even the darkest
Day, that cries out loudly,
Sees clearly, hopes fervently.
This is our moment of awe.
Every moment of every day.
The heavens don’t wait
We are transported on clouds of wonder
Each wondrous day. Magical, mystical or
Just mysterious, the sky points our way;
The road leads towards it but never lays
A path that reaches high enough to take
Us on a journey across the billowy wake.
We are tempted by the heavens but don't
Want to overreach. Where we are won't
Get us to that point gleaming overhead
We remain earthbound, easy on a tread
One step closer, one step further, careful
In awe of clouds, but simply in awe of all
You’ve been warned
Pink skies, I am always quoting,
Bode well for the day ahead, the
Very next day. But that applies
Only to a night sky. A morning
Apparition of a pink sky, they say
Is a bad sign. Pink sky at morning
Oh dear, sailors take warning. A
Nice neat rhyming pattern so easy
So mnemonic. Today's sky warns.
Am I old? Your question
Calling for reassurance
Or perhaps reevaluation.
All in due time, I say, for
This is a question of time.
A question posed in time
About time. I am old is my
Time-line. My time makes
Me old. It sets my age as I
Progress in time, one step
At a time, years passing in
Time. Time is aging me and
Yes, aging you as well. I am
Old, let me reassure you now
In time. You too are old as
I am. Time has passed since
Our youth, enough time to
Make us old. Old enough in
Time, my love, to be older
Than we were yesterday and
Yes, let me reassure you, this
Time, you are old as I am old
Ambiguous
Of unknown origin,
Of unspoken cause,
Ambiguity is not life
Threatening but it is
Also not life-affirming
It lacks the balance of
The see-saw and lets
Us teeter on a brink
Emotions so off-kilter
As if we are dancing
On a log or grabbing
For a trapeze, unsure if
We will catch or hold
Sky poem 1
There's the pink,
Perfection in the
Form of a cloud
A perfection onto
Itself. All rosy pale
Yet bright and at
Its peak, very best
Tamara, really 