Journey of the Heart

  So is Time:    An Elegy    by CLS Sandoval Curiosity stopped only by a burn or a cut   Questions unending for no reason other than to know   Playing touch and tackle football in ruffles and bows on the church front lawn   Riding the waves in the Pacific until lips were blue and toes were numb   We threw around the sands on the shore   You escaped through our fingers and toes     Lapping of wildflowers and honeysuckle in nostrils   Warmth of sun shining in hair   Dance of breeze encouraging lovers closer   Path only well enough marked for those who had ventured it before    Romance of youth and nostalgia   Droplets of you moistened our lips for first kisses     New York Minutes filled the calendar   Nominations and awards acceptances called   The dog guarded the window by herself more frequently   Movement transformed from fun to exercise   Food transformed from frien...

  Today, is simply, enough… by Maureen Lancaster  in times past  it couldn’t  fly fast enough; such was the  impetuousness of youth in times present  it won’t stay long enough;  such is the wisdom of  hard-earned truth the future, so unknown, never promised,  so I’ve been shown the urgent yearning for that yet to find superseded by the poignancy of the true passage of time a naive concept forever replaced as each moment is now savoured in sweet embrace angst oft felt of time’s dominion my soul may now safely rebuff, for there is peace in the knowing  that today, is simply, enough… Maureen Lancaster: Maureen is a spiritual woman who shares her life journey through her writings in hopes that her words will resonate with others who may struggle from time to time on their journey; for coming to the understanding that we are not alone was one of her most valuable lessons. She started writing as an outlet for healing and finding wholenes...

I have never stopped writing though quiet to the public... Life is ironic and feeling more than the usual "broken-mess" I continue to find myself again.  With the love of a few, and a tenacity fewer know, I continue to grow through the sadness and nurture my grief so it can transform me.  Time Comes with Prickles by Edith Lazenby Time comes with prickles And petals. Like a rose it grows, Fragrant, promising, Until it grows old. And like a rose plucked From the stem, I wither. Petals drop To the ground And feet bury a softness I knew to be true. All that remains Is a hope Held in your care That though I am old, Used, tattered, What touched a heart Remains within And when mine beats And I imagine your eyes, I will find those  Roots that made me fine And bloom again. Edith Lazenby : “I love to write. I began writing poetry in elementary school. Sometimes I write poetry daily, other times not...