
Time for another “classic” poem, though this one was written much more recently than some I’ve shared. Still, it has a certain sound and rhythm to it…
#ClassicPoetry – #T.S.Eliot – #TheNamingOfCats
Whimsical, humorous and delightful!
Insights from Daily Life and Beyond
Time for another “classic” poem, though this one was written much more recently than some I’ve shared. Still, it has a certain sound and rhythm to it…
#ClassicPoetry – #T.S.Eliot – #TheNamingOfCats
Whimsical, humorous and delightful!
Old friends become new
When life gets into a groove
And two paths renew
Home feels like
A quiet Sunday morning
The concrete after a rainy day
The hope in your heart
When opportunity strikes you
And nothing ever feels quite the same
It is the essence of Life
The very substrate!
It is the soft under belly
Of the old stray
Who gazes at you
And strides your way
Her very presence
Blessing upon your day
Home is a sort of melting
A softening of the heart
Something you keep within you
Even when your world falls apart
Home is the mountain
You climb to the tippy top
The cry of victory
The sweetness of success!
Home is a place
A feeling
A state
Home is always one call away
When the body is weary and tired of what seems like an endless search
Home beckons forth
When you need it most
A world of digital pixels, Fading in and out of existence. We all live in a computer game.
AI haiku
A feeling of longing
Of a love not met
When two lives
Just don’t
Seem
To intersect
When the days drag on
And you miss all the steps
Of your old favorite song
That now sounds like regret
When your best friend becomes a stranger
When they walk
Away
When good times
Turn to old times
That will always be ingrained
In your mind,
Forever
No matter how much you try to escape
Nothing could ever
Take their place
. . . . (Whitman’s Early Love of Ellipses) . . . . by Brandy Anderson Walt Whitman uses a plethora of ellipses in his first edition of Leaves of …
More Than Just a Dot: Whitman’s Love of That Crazy 4th Blot
Interesting!
Where does a prayer go?
Does it land on His footsteps?
Does it fall in empty hands?
How will we know?
Until we bare our very soul
And walk forward with no doubts
That our faith
Will move mountains
One day
I feel more than I see and I appreciate that
to the ones I miss
As life goes on, things can get in the way.
in the way
God always answers
It’s this I know to be true
So pray sincerely