No regrets
for past
stumbles, scrapes, and scars
shape my resilient
rhythmic life.
My history is not
haunted nighmares
but enchanted daydreams
in progress.
No remorse
for hours
with fellows, family, and friends
our priceless laughter and tears
our well-earned shared wealth.
No regret
for solo hours.
Solitude
isn’t a void
but a refuge for self-discovery
sculpting the authentic me
free of regret.
Soothed stress stills body’s anxious plightBrightened mood shines soul’s central lightCured pain banishes mental strifeFirm bonds socially tied won’t cease Regulated hormones bring central calmRevitalized sleep like soothing balmBalanced physical emotional health we attainSolid human connection feeds a healthy, hungry mind.
With Mother’s Day around the corner, I started thinking about the everyday ways moms show their love. My poem She Is is a nod to those small comforts: a porch light left on, a warm quilt on a rainy night, fresh-baked bread with butter and jam. This is a revision of a poem I wrote a…
Experience the beauty of poetic expression as verses describe the synchronized heartbeats and silent communication of love.
Turn off the clamor that cools your crop, shut down the slurs that snap your spirit.
I choosedoingnothing althoughneeds surround me with outstretched hands reaching for aid pleading should Ihelp step forward why believe me it’s simpler stay uninvolvedthey say one personcannota real differencemake
We wear our masksBut still can’t hideThe quiet lightOf smiling eyes Our masks might seemTo shadow sunny vibesBut eyes don’t lieThat doesn’t jive Don’t ask me whyI do not knowBut happy eyesJust seem to glow So keep your guiseBut remember thisYour laughing eyesReveal your bliss
