The sun soaks the shades In the rose gold of daybreak Happiness renews By Deborah E. Dayen Picture taken by me
A Little Retrospective
It’s my second cup of coffee on a gorgeous Saturday morning. It’s already 70°, most of the way to an 80° high temp. Sun filters through the banyan tree, into my window, and brightens up my kitchen, and the bouquet of cloth sunflowers on the table that I’ve had for at least 20 years. Feels … Continue reading
Thoughtful Choices
Thoughts floating on the breeze Bubbles in the air Sometimes aimless Sometimes pointed Some drift away slowly Some fall to the ground Tying us to a memory Of an old life Or to a dream Of future past Never knowing we could choose Which thoughts stay And which drift on the breeze Leaving us forever … Continue reading
Tropical Midnight
Indigo night sky White clouds float by As palms hang silently in the balance And pine tree reach for the sky without a sound The live oaks reach across the grassy yards As the barely imperceptible breeze Flutters a solitary leaf. The stars peek out occasionally From behind the white puffs of ethereal mist … Continue reading
Haiku No. 419: Renewal
Awaking early I watched the mystic sunrise Renewed, like the day. By Deborah E. Dayen Picture taken by me this morning
FIB No. 12: Beach Weather
Gulls Fly Beneath Puffy Clouds, Soaring high above Turquoise waves under azure skies By Deborah E. Dayen Picture courtesy of Etsy and Google Images
Question Of The Day: What Is The Biggest Lie You Tell Yourself?
Question of the Day What is the biggest lie you tell yourself? Don’t we all do this? Like, make up stories in our head to justify actions we may not be so proud of? Like, let old fears become habits? Like, believe something about someone about which we have no way of knowing the truth? … Continue reading
An Anniversary
An anniversary, of sorts. The beginning of a new life, the end an old one. This was published 7 years ago today, and one day before my 60th birthday. Best gift from the Universe ever. Looking back, to 7 years ago, I think I’ve been fairly successful in my quest to “live a joyful life.”
Wild Birds
The wild birds wing across the sky Silently skimming the earth’s surface In search of a smooth landing. Do they seek a dream Or are they just fearless?
Full Circle
We have come full circle And returned as children Wiser, perhaps, Older for sure But children, As we were Lost in the joy of the moment There is no past There is no future We are as we always were, now. This poem was inspired by my sister who came to visit for a … Continue reading
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