Poetry for a Wednesday morning

Existential musings 


The stars have gone to bed

As the earth turns around and lazily stretches,

The sun has kissed the moon good nite,

But, where are you? 

The trees have nestled down to ground,

While the flowers wrap their petals tight

It’s getting cool in the moonlight,

But, where are you?

Small creatures race to homes unseen

Chased by sleep on marathon runs

In forests of deafening quiet.

But, where are you?

My eyes dart to and fro looking

For that  which only a heart can see,

The true scope of your love which pinpoints

Your unknown locality.













picture courtesy of Crystal Adams Faulkiner

Happy boomer gal ( read smart, feisty, quirky, adventuresome, funny, sassy woman of a certain generation) willing to share my journey and advice with anyone who would not repeat my mistakes. Happy to fully disclose the joys and pitfalls of love at any age, the heartbreak of aging(or not) and the joys inherent in every day, thru poetry, photography and whatever creative entity that would bring a smile to a hurting heart. Writer, lover, wife, Mother, sister, daughter, friend, missionary, humanitarian, exhorter, educator, activist, student, Bible reader, traveler, advocate, pharmacist. Come along, you won't be bored, I promise!

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