gently wipe away the water from her brow oh so gently Soon it will be time to take her to her last ride and cease her fight Grand Ma life journey spend it in a little hamlet made for two I am afraid her gathering will be pitiful but Grand Ma I will be there To the church of ...
In everyones life there are many for the first time, first time on a plane, the first magic, the first... But my first time to my most memorable is the first time I ride a bike. Remember that time, I really envy those shuttling back and forth on a bicycle in the street of uncle...
AuthorGildaspoemsCategoriesgratitude,healing,mindfulness,self-love,SpiritualityTagsbeach,God,nature,poem,poetry,presence,sea,self-care,serenity,soul,spiritual path2 Commentson Peaceful Beach Still, Surreal Life Second chance life, Surreal! Here now surviving…thriving? Still. Cutest doggy love, Sweet music...
real, right in front of our faces. It felt like the perfect poem for the moment. I also loved the way she presented, with an assuredness, expressiveness and on-stage mastery that is pretty amazing for someone who couldn’t even pronounce “r’s” with consistency ...
(“Chuck remembers the Motor Vehicle Code says he should never kick a dog because he might lose control of his motorcycle…”) I have to admire Beverly Cleary for the way she shares all the true-to-life details that you’d experience in a real motorcycle ride. (“Spit! Spat! These ...
in a metal screw that is now stuck and holding up a motorcycle repair. A seemingly low value screw is now worth the entire value of the bike, he explains. Until he understands how the screw functions and how to remove it he is grounded. And he is grounded until he better understands ...
I used to love that poem. It gave me animus, intention, the will to keep building and rebuilding no matter what happened but what happens when you’re the worn-out tool? I suppose something that I have gained in the last 10 years has been more empathy and appreciation for the ...
Here’s the recent poem I wrote in my Journal. DawnSeeker ~~~ Expanding NOW How is my Now? I hear myself say, How is my Present Moment? Have I found the lilt I’m looking for? Opened my Heart To CALM . . . Have I connected with Love...
On November 18, 2009 the Tippers’ guitarist Craig Tinney was in a motorcycle accident that left him quadriplegic. Despite a great attitude and rehab, he died on June 29, 2010. I blogged about Craig at http://merridancing.com/wp/2010/06/craig-tinney-departs-this-earthly-world/ Cherish ...
There is a poem form in which the first line is ___ is a ___ word. I came across this form when I was cleaning my classroom. Irene Latham had sent me two along with a collage in a summer poem swap who knows how long ago. Buttercup is a...