Blooming Sunshine

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Lindsborg, KS

I don’t like yellow.

But seeing this makes me smile.

A small, pretty sun.

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Our Pain

 

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Instantly life pirouettes from gratifying to suffering.

We stand defiantly watching as uncaring nature delivers its blows.

We hear words spoken carelessly influencing scarred individuals.

We suffer from the ravages of aging and illness.

We have enemies and lovers, intentionally or not, damage our hearts.

We ache as good friends with kind souls die and leave us.

We battle with inferior people foisting their rottenness unto us.

We deal with forceful, unpredictable accidents as they tragically disfigure futures.

We hope for respite.

We wonder when it will end.

But we know.

Connected

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There’s a substantive intimacy in nature. It’s filling.
The smell of earth satisfying and rejuvenating.

The wind enveloping you in its invisible caress.
Touching without, healing within.

Hello, beautiful bird on a sunny day!
Seeing you brings me joy and a smile.

The smile of someone engaged.

I feel my best friend at that moment.
And I miss her.

It’s me looking through her eyes, but she’s not there.
For a moment I could cry.

From her, I learned the wisdom of these significant bits of the day.

She’d be in that moment with me graciously approving
and being grateful for the beauty of our surroundings.

My friend would love you too, beautiful bird.

And I love her.

**This piece selected to guest blog! Thank you, Natasha Tungare!