I set out to write a poem to globetrotters everywhere, about visiting the place that resides within you, but this poem resulted instead. I like it. I hope you do too.| Selma
When this old world starts getting me downAnd people are just too much for me to faceI climb way up to the top of the stairsAnd all my cares just drift right into space On the roof it’s peaceful as can beAnd there the world below can’t bother meLet me tell you now When I […]| ladysighs
When our house burnt to the ground, the thing I remember most was standing in the rain, praying it would put out the flames. Ever since, I’ve had a love-hate relationship with summer rains. As a ki…| Helping You To Succeed
When I was little, rain meant freedom.Puddles were playgrounds, and each splash felt like magic.I’d race barefoot through wet streets, clothes clinging, laughter echoing louder than thunder. Now, the rain finds me at a window.The glass is fogged, the bench outside glistens, and I sit still, watching.The puddles wait, but I don’t move. Somewhere between … Continue reading From Puddles to Windows→| And Miles to go before I sleep…
Image Credit; Eveling Salazar @ Unsplash Image Credit; Hirz Maulana @ Unsplash The machine was never meant to feel.It was built for obedience and function – a silent servant in a noisy world.…| And Miles to go before I sleep...
I was cycling through the city the other day, just enjoying the ride and looking around. The buildings, the street art, the poles – everything felt quiet, like the city was just letting me pass through. At a red light, I stopped. That’s when I noticed something funny – a Garfield toy stuck to the … Continue reading The Climber, the Clinger, and Me→| And Miles to go before I sleep…
The trees were on fire.Flames reached up like they wanted to touch the sky.The eagle stood still on the grass, watching the smoke rise.Up in a tree, the little chaffinch sat quietly, eyes wide.They didn’t fly. They didn’t sing.Just watched the forest they both loved slowly disappear.The air was hot, the world quiet.And for a … Continue reading When the Forest Burned→| And Miles to go before I sleep…
Because Daddies will go through epic distances for their daughters. Oh yes!| Selma
Welcome back to another WDYS prompt Rules; You can write a post on your blog and create a pingback to link to the original post. Write an original story, poem or a caption. There is no limit to wor…| Keep it alive
if life feels out of proportionstep back for a change in perspectivethe light may not be lostjust out of sightmaybe it’s a signtime for a change in direction 💞Suzanne Written in response to Sadje’s What do you see?| Brazanne Muse
you don’t clip my wingsinstead you tell me to flyto come back home safe 💞Suzanne Written in response to Sadje’s picture prompt above for What do you See?| Brazanne Muse
It can feel like the end of the world,to face the end of the road,no space to turn,surrounded with doubts,fears you can’t swim,no directional signs…But if you rise with the sun,emerge from th…| Brazanne Muse
snow settled her pathlaid a blanket on steep slopeswe rode and conquerednow we live our après skirecounting our bluebird days💞SuzanneToday, Sadje asks What do you see? to the above image. We used t…| Brazanne Muse
appearance of warmthwashes across winter wavesa pinpoint of light💕Suzanne Thanks to the lovely Sadje for this image, the last one of What Do you See for 2024 Happy New Year everyone, may much warmt…| Brazanne Muse
Image Credit by Karsten Winegeart @ Unsplash Let go of your inhibitions, And start climbing mountains to find joy. The lives we live are not fiction, And we only have a few years to enjoy. Let go o…| Help from Heaven
Image credit; Tom Barrett @ Unsplash A big sign caught my attention as I was traveling down a city street. Thousands of vibrant Post-it notes were used to create a vibrant mosaic on a billboard. Ev…| And Miles to go before I sleep...