To be chained by comparison Is to silence your song As you stare at another's reflection And feel you don't belong. - d.c. johnston
| | Personal Musings | |
I stand convinced that nothing exists so beautifully as one single blossom amidst hills of snow. For rooted within us all is a passion, a passion for beauty, warmth, and love: A hopeful passion, youthful and trusting. Yet apart from the somber hum of winter’s lament, the sweetness of spring's melody would drown in seas …
| | Appreciation–A Reminder | |
A true disgrace it is to know That only through man's pain and woe Does he esteem the sun aglow And cherish the glimmer of light. For that which gleans by day often grows dark by night.
| | To Love | |
To live yet not to love Is nothing more than a setting sun And a silent drum. To live yet not to love Is to be planted yet not to bud-- A war without cause. To live yet not to love Is, frankly, failure to live at all. For what …
// Our Old Friend, June //
June is definitely one my most beloved months as we transition to a new season, summer. One of my favorite things about this new season is the tranquility of its mornings— birds wistfully chirping a sweet tune, a warm summer breeze whistling through the trees, and of course, the warmth of the summer sun …
// “The Essence of an Incandescence” //
A few months ago, hopelessly enthralled with the beauty of spring-- flowers, in particular-- I penned this short poem: "The Essence of an Incandescence." Slightly insecure of its flaws, I've kept it hidden from the blog, limiting its introduction to Facebook and Facebook alone. However, I'm beyond excited to share this poem, along with …
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