Free verse. Poetry. Reflections.
time to reflect
be of service
take gentle care of self
think of others
go within
breathe
pause
pray
breathe again
open eyes, ears
connect with heart
listen
walk
repeat
even in the darkest hours, the light is still flickering within
© Anita Adams, NC Trees Photography
a time for personal reflection, when the morning light is dim, crickets are all I hear, until the wind begins, once the sunlight appears, colours come to life again….
it’ s October, and I’m wearing sandals and short sleeves…
Where’s the wind…
the door’s wide open and there’s no breeze
Where’s the wind….
the trees are asking and so are the leaves…
Where’s the wind…
she asks to lull me to sleep on a warm October’s eve
Silencio…listen…
… crickets and the rumbling of the dishwasher must do
Anita Adams 10/9/18
Don’t worry about …
the hand me downs worn until too tight
or the education they never believed you deserved
Don’t worry about …
the acknowledgement of any of your achievements you never received
or the way you were told to stay in your room until a month had passed
you’re free now — you’re the only one holding yourself back
You are free now …
to do as you please
to live your dream
to fly above the clouds
to shine your light so bright
to believe in the person you are and always were meant to be
trust God who knows all and remember to quit holding on so tightly.
Anita Adams 10/2018
September moon shone brightly upon the lawn
tiptoeing outside in the evening dew
one ginormous Moon flower blossom beams bright white as it greets the night for a one night show
oh what a beautiful sight…
…soft, luxurious, delicate, velvety blossom – divided by soft lines of gold nectar to reveal a starfish hidden within
its debut – always unknown – like a babe born into this world
yet, the Moon flower’s purpose is to razzle dazzle like a magician – and put on a show – and a show it did put on – shining brightly through the night
thank you Moon Flower – until we meet again – good night!
©Anita Adams 2018,
he wrote once …
where does love go when the light goes out
a question to ponder
the answer, I believe is under the covers
faith steps in and out
a dance, a rhythm of breath and sound
where does love go when the lights go out
love is always present
just whisper and listen
I’m here under the covers
©Anita Adams 2018
it’s been eleven years since we said i do
eleven years of adventure, challenges, laughter, travels, heartache, grief, courage, friendship, adapting to one another’s schedules
my love for you continues to expand
my gratitude for you grows like the pines that flank our property and the marigolds blooming in mid-August
love, ever grateful for you
happy #11 ~ love, me
©Anita Adams 2018
