Small Stone, July 2014, Fifteenth
Stop. Listen. What's That Sound?
We have had storms, rolling and flashing and pushing through. The calico cat, resting (as is her habit) on my lap, snaps to attention. She hears the next wave of thunder before we do, and starts to growl, as if to say to the thunder, "Stay away! Enough already!" Then she darts off to hide, not being a fan of summer storms. I think the thunder hurts her ears.
July Writing Project - A Poem a Day - Day Fifteen
Messages abound in life you know
Signposts along the way
Pointing out the direction one can go
When traveling - night or day
Each arrives in varied guise and hue
Be they Mineral - Animal – Vegetable
Though not lined up in visible queue
Be assured their guidance is
tenable
Because life is not all neat and tidy
(Some have called it a real hot mess)
The cipher can call for one to be wily
Toiling hard yet with a finesse
Life is hard I have heard it said
Most often by the elderly
Yet living will trump being dead
(Life still contains lethargy)
Messages are at each twist and
turn
But they are quite benign
Trick or truth we each must learn
It's part of the grand design
We cannot go back and choose another
Action or word or deed
The path we travel with sister and
brother
Only one way does lead
The burden we carry accumulates then
eases
Another of life's curiosities
Time marches on - neither pauses or
freezes -
Not for joys or atrocities
Fifteenth Noticing, July 2014
Imperfect Ten
striving to be more in the moment is not easy
(This effort at daily noticings, practicing mindfulness, is a noble quest, and not without challenge. I am learning much about myself, and more about the people I cross paths with.)
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