—Artwork and Photos Courtesy of Public Domain
—Poetry by Linda Klein, Playa Vista, CA
LONELINESS
It is the dust that gathers in the corners of rooms where no one walks.
It is the underlying hum of silence on a humid summer afternoon.
Solitude can be something you choose—an escape,
but to be alone is to be ignored, rejected, unrecognized—
lost.
When your last perceived friend has left, amid excuses and lies,
you realize you must find the courage to sweep up the dust and fill the silence.
It is the dust that gathers in the corners of rooms where no one walks.
It is the underlying hum of silence on a humid summer afternoon.
Solitude can be something you choose—an escape,
but to be alone is to be ignored, rejected, unrecognized—
lost.
When your last perceived friend has left, amid excuses and lies,
you realize you must find the courage to sweep up the dust and fill the silence.
WINTER TREES
A golden path of sun
shines through
shadowy gray snow,
lighting sparse leaves
clinging to winter trees,
their matchstick branches
now nearly bare.
THE TREE AND THE MOON
A tree offered a geography lesson
about the moon, which created
a good deal of interest.
People wondered how the tree knew
so much about mysterious La Luna.
"You see," said the tree, holding her
tenderly with two of its branches,
"I stand here every night, all night long,
firmly planted, unable to walk away.
I have studied her my whole life."
A tree offered a geography lesson
about the moon, which created
a good deal of interest.
People wondered how the tree knew
so much about mysterious La Luna.
"You see," said the tree, holding her
tenderly with two of its branches,
"I stand here every night, all night long,
firmly planted, unable to walk away.
I have studied her my whole life."
BALANCE
I remember an agile walker
teeter-tottering on a tightrope
in the circus that is life.
His every step was quick and sure.
He glided across the distance
with unerring confidence.
Leaning left, straightening, then
swaying right, never going to extremes.
Certain to avoid slipping and falling.
How I admired his journey.
I learned the secret he possessed.
All of life is based on balance.
I remember an agile walker
teeter-tottering on a tightrope
in the circus that is life.
His every step was quick and sure.
He glided across the distance
with unerring confidence.
Leaning left, straightening, then
swaying right, never going to extremes.
Certain to avoid slipping and falling.
How I admired his journey.
I learned the secret he possessed.
All of life is based on balance.
WISHES
Wishes are aptly named.
They sound like something
that would blow away
in a good wind, nice to have
as are sweet dreams.
Wishes and dreams require action.
When they are yours, you are the one
who must make them come true.
Don't wait for someone else to do it.
Wishes must become wants,
a stronger word. You must
turn dreams and wishes into plans
for how you will achieve them.
If they are worthwhile, and you are
willing to work for them,
you will realize them.
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Today’s LittleNip:
The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.
—Carl Sanders
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—Medusa, with thanks to Linda Klein for today’s moonstruck poetry!
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that which was previously published—
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