Poem: flow of words

words flow out of me like

raindrops pounding on a tin roof

no one to read my beautiful words

But it don’t matter, cause I write to write

I don’t need applause or fame

words pound on me

until they explode in my brain

down to my finger tips

Meditation Poem Series: #45

Another cold morning.

Meditation Poem #45
being present to what is
instead of my attractive thoughts

Meditation Poem Series: #41

It’s day two of the new year. I hope I can make this 90 days sit. It’s been crazy cold in the morning…all I want to do is stay in bed under the covers.

Meditation Poem #41
concentrated effort amounts to nothing
if I stay in bed

Poem: Fixing Lunch

Here is poem while I fix my daughter’s lunch for school tomorrow. I have knew found respect for single parents. I am experiencing what it is like to be truly a single parent, while I have my daughter for this Christmas period. Being divorced and coparenting is a lot different, and I usually only see 3 days a week. Don’t get me wrong, I am so grateful to be spending extra time with my daughter. It’s wonderful and exhausting. I am making her lunch for school tomorrow, I wish I could just go to bed. 🙂

Poem: Fixing Lunch

love is falling asleep while laying next to you,
then waking up to fix your lunch.

love is following the rules of your preschool,
and packing you a no meat lunch

love is cooking rice noodles,
and stir frying vegetables with veggie hot dogs.

love simply is,
and I wouldn’t have it any other way.