White daisies sway in
the field; vision sweet touches
the faint heart with peace.
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Becky’s Haiku: Sweet and Heart
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NEW HOPE
New day gently dawns;
early morning sun rests on the horizon.
Wakes the sleeping songbird;
he gladly sings, chirps, and trills.
Overhead the brightening sun climbs upward
piercing and dispelling the darkness of night.
Ever softly, a seed is planted in the heart
of a downcast soul;
birth of encouragement with
discovery of new hope.
CELEBRATE SPRING
Crystal blue sunlit skies;
Early Easter morning sunrise.
Leaves appearing; hints of emerald green
Enveloping the once barren trees
Branches reaching skyward and wild wood thickets;
Robins strumming, croaking frogs, and chirping crickets.
Aroma of a warm, refreshing rain;
Thunder rumbles occasionally on the horizon.
Evenings stretching into sun-gilded twilight;
Soft shimmering moon hovers in the starry night.
Purple violets dotting the grass-laden meadow;
Rabbits hopping and scampering squirrels
In the forest hidden by leafy boughs,
New fawn and doe quietly wandering about.
Gifts of new life and hope emerging: new treasures
found in the season of Spring.
Lesson in the Wind
Wind whistling with the
waltzing trees, lofty whispers:
eerie to perceive.
Trees swirl in rhythmic
flair as sound of the wind’s whirl
pierce the heart and air.
How the wind has such
temper to serenade us
with woeful banter.
During storms at night,
how I lay in silent fear waiting
to see morning light.
Wild shadows outside
my window unnerves me as
wind shrieks, howls, and blows.
Nothing to do in
the darkness but to be still
and quietly rest.
It’s my decision
to trust in the Lord’s plan and his
promised provision.
Or to lament and
fret instead as I cringe with
worry on my bed.
The fierce wind, though, is
a reminder of things in
life I can’t control;
need to trust in faith
to let Jesus lead the way
and gently let go.
The WINTER Season
Winds blowing from the north and northeast; marching across the prairie sea.
Icicles stretching beneath the cold sunlight to touch the frozen white landscape.
New fallen snow filters the blustery air and blankets the vast land;
Trees stripped bare of their colorful garments of leaves
Ever bravely face now the onslaught of the cutting, frigid breeze.
Reminiscent of seasons past but with hope I remember these
blustery and bone-chilling days will not last.
Becky’s Haiku: Touching the Heart
Rays of hope evening
imparts as sun reaches to
touch the yearning heart.
Becky’s ABC Poem: Autumn
Autumn, aromatically sweet
Before the arrival of a blustery winter scene.
Crowning of billowing trees,
Decorated and adorned,
Emerge in vibrant, resin-scented leaves.
Foliage overhead of lemon,
Green, mango-orange, and shades of gold.
Hovering sphere of light
In the deep sea-blue sky
Journeys from dawn to the arrival of dusk;
Kaleidoscope of sunlight brilliance
Lightens and caresses the marbled planet while in
Measured time, earth orbits and rotates from
New moon to full moon and from
Onset of each new year and new season; its’
Pathway determined in ancient times.
Quivering rays of stretching sunbeams
Reach the autumn forest filled with
Swaying boughs of leaf-laden trees;
Translucent rays brightly display
Unified and blended scene
Vivid in rich hues of harmony
While the cooler wind softly blows.
X-ray vision silently reveals
Yellow, orange, and green veins hidden in minute
Zig-zag stripes in the cluster of autumn leaves
Now gently falling and floating in the
Softly flowing breeze.
You Are Enough
I am participating in a writing contest: “You are Enough” hosted by Positive Writer at this link: http://positivewriter.com/writing-contest-you-are-enough/
It is a free contest open to anyone who may like to give it a try.
You Are Enough
You are enough, do you see? You are enough to be a writer who journals about life; about what you have experienced: what you’ve heard and perceived. You are enough, do you see? To write about your childhood, your adventures (and your misadventures also), your life lessons, and the places only you have been.
You are enough to write the stories, the essays, the prose, and the poems that live inside your mind and heart where no one else can peek and see. You are enough to write and share about the uniqueness that lives hidden inside you ever so deep. Only you can write eloquently about the precious things you know and your personal experiences; what you have witnessed, heard, and felt. No one else has your perspective; no one else has the insight to comprehend what only you have perceived.
You are enough, do you see? No one else can write like you; no one else can record the sagas, the novels, the hidden fables, fairy tales that remains tucked away in the secret library of your mind. Only you can write with distinctive flair of your faith, your personal beliefs, your hopes, and your dreams.
Only you can tap into your secret fountain brimming with imagination and draw from it with your flowing pen etched in distinctive inspiration. No one else has your style, your mannerisms, or your way with phrases and words which you long to share. So, others can finally see and, at long last, meet that hidden person, so quiet and unseen; gifted with creativity of clever words, anecdotes, and stories.
You are enough, do you see? Only you can write and reveal about the beauty that resides deep within your mind and heart. Only you can journey inward to that secret place where no one else can go and then bring to light the hidden treasures of your soul.
You are enough, do you see?
There was a time when I thought I wasn’t enough to be a writer and I could not see. I didn’t believe I had anything worthy to write and share with others. I did not think I was unique and had anything new and interesting to say. But I still had this dream that maybe I could write. That maybe, just maybe I could write well enough to share a piece of my inner soul. It has taken a long time to gather the courage and realize I am able to write and share my thoughts and my stories. So, others may read and be acquainted with a small piece of me. I finally realized that, just like you, I am enough to be a writer and now I can see.
