I wrote it
but no-one noticed
my words sat
patiently
craving attention
(awaiting cordial chatter?)
eyes glanced
briefly
moving quickly
(seeking saltier speech?)
Do words die
when no-one notices?
I wrote it
but no-one noticed
my words sat
patiently
craving attention
(awaiting cordial chatter?)
eyes glanced
briefly
moving quickly
(seeking saltier speech?)
Do words die
when no-one notices?
Place beef and broth in pot over flameat medium heat Chop potatoescarrots, celery, and onioninto bite-size bits Stir occasionally Let broth increase to intense boiladd chopped vegetablesand salt to savor Keep stirring Lower heat to light flamecover with lidlet simmer and stew Stir occasionally
Chasing Chillsummer breezesto scuttlethe scorchingheat Seeking Shieldedsoothing shadeto escapethe sun’s gallingglare Requesting Suddennoontime showersto relieveearth’s desperatethirst
The tour began before dawn. An avian chorus rose from the trees, while a pair of oxen stood without ado…
It’s a shame, I thought, that we miss out on so many sunrises throughout the school year. We rush to school when it’s dark. The first lessons of the day begin even before the sun appears, and far too many sleepy eyes are struggling to stay alert. Our busy schedules force us to miss one of the day’s most brilliant moments.
There is no single path to success. There isn’t a single measurement for success. One person chases wealth while another seeks peace. One measures success by promotions, another by relationships, another by the freedom to spend an afternoon doing exactly what they want.
What can we do to wash the winds infected by our selfish flare our casual concern?