xxii. souls sold in silence — finding serendiipitii

Friends of Dinlas

it was costly to be what she was         a toll for a soul, a coin for a nap       while the raven’s eye watched soulfully            like odin’s, but kinder                        at least to her – […]

xxii. souls sold in silence — finding serendiipitii



Image by Aline Dassel from Pixabay

The Season of Tomorrow & Yesterday

Poetry

Days are longer and brighter as
the sun awakens from it’s month’s long nap and
flexes muscles slowly like a
morning stretch that tests the body without inviting a cramp

Birds are restless and
waiting for any opportunity to
share a cheerful chirp or
even flash their wings in exuberance over
the upcoming change of seasons

We trace the sun across our horizon and
watch it’s course over and over as
we measure moments, solstices and equinoxes in
addition to all the days in between that
measure our lives and define our years

Once again we steal the sun from
our neighbors south of the equator with
the promise to return it in six more months when
they have likely grown weary of the
gloom, the cold, and the dreary muck that
comprises the depths of hard winter on
this giant blue marble careening through space in
it’s captive course

Enjoy your days, don’t wish for future ones
No one is guaranteed the promise of tomorrow since it
never arrives, but rather becomes another
today which will give way to an
addition on a mountain of yesterdays that
comprise where we have been.\

Today
Today is the day that matter so
live it to the fullest, then
freely relinquish it that scrapyard of yesterdays

Image by Jorge Guillen from Pixabay

Do not fall in love with a writer. — finding serendiipitii

Friends of Dinlas

This poem placed 3rd in a national contest by the National Poetry Institute of Canada and is © Ashley Gallaher-Pollard, an amazing poet and I am proud to say a close friend. Follow the link, you will enjoy her blog and her artistry with words.

Do not fall in love with a writer.    They can paint with colors that you have never heard of before, and create new worlds with one strong emotion. They have a heart that outstrips any fuel source, and is full of butterflies and frustration. They come alive in the early hours of morning, when […]

Do not fall in love with a writer. — finding serendiipitii

retrouvailles

Friends of Dinlas

Finding Serendiipitii is the blog of my good friend Ashley-Gallaher-Pollard and filled with her poems and other musings. Follow the link below and LIKE her site to be sure you don’t miss any of her offerings.


You won’t be disappointed.


Poetry by Seren – Check out her new poetry book What the Sea has Wrought as well her one of her offerings below.

If you enjoyed Retrouvailles as much as I did then please check out the link below for her debut collection of poems, “What the Sea has Wrought”

I am a gallery — finding serendiipitii

Friends of Dinlas

I am a gallery, long floored and wide brimmed      no footsteps from tourists have padded these halls,       signs suggesting an escape from my reality are nonexistent.these white-washed walls stand at attentionfor my eyes only; examining the lives I livedmany moons before.                   The doors […]

I am a gallery — finding serendiipitii