This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
when night gets cold
the place to be
when night gets cold
when time does pass
when you get old
deep within
the comfort found
inside yourself
dear hearts around
Abigail Miller
Abigail Miller loved her stuff.
She never thought she had enough.
Piles and piles of books and papers,
her rooms filled up with crooked skyscrapers.
She bought online and in the store,
her heart beat loud — more more more!
To what end did Abigail strive?
She thought her things made her alive.
But she was wrong, our friend Miss Miller,
it was love of stuff that truly killed her.
She buried her heart in all that clutter.
It kept folks out. Her love got shuttered.
the hope in my heart
fire, smoke or witches
tires off in ditches
whatever the mess
you find as you press
on in this life
(we all have our strife)
the hope in my heart
is that you feel part
of all that is good
my friend, cuz you should
❤️❤️❤️
friendship
you might wander off
find you are quite lost
seek the entry given
no fence you need to cross
the place you do come home to
some solid grounded core
space to lay your worries
the always open door
one small question
Choose one small moment,
ask yourself one small question —
what does love look like?
between us
the thread between us
whispers
remember
our hearts are woven together
for love and rest and solace
if you opened your arms
if you opened your arms
to give everyone here
a giant hug
would you be able to hold
all of the love
that would pour in?
another day
we wake again
to this big gift
maybe today you find
one heart to lift
a short hello message
a smile on your face
it takes less than you think
to make a good place
find a small thing
something easy to do
someday, remember
the other will be you
another morning
another day
another chance
to let love lead the way