There is something in the words
It does not sound right
Fudged or too fidgety
Like a forgery
False to the ear
The eye
The gut
As it never lies
There is something that does not feel right…
I Have Grown Fond
I really enjoy the quiet. The goldfinch pair
nesting in the tree in the backyard. Their babies
crying for food.
The day the fledglings took flight. Reminding me of my kids
when we take a trip anywhere. Constantly
chattering and chirping about anything. With a million ‘Mom look at this’ thrown in.
My brain scatters in a million directions as I remember to breath. Which sounds odd,
but I have this awful habit of breathing shallow, which is like not breathing at all.
In overwhelming situations I need to remember to breathe. Just breathe.
My mind singing, Just Breathe, as I remind myself. Which causes a whole meandering
of other songs as I try not to get stuck on that one. The one that always gets stuck.
The one I cannot remember anything, but a few words. I even think the tone
is wrong as I quietly sing it to myself.
Looking for comfort in a day that felt all uncomfortable. Like clothes that get wet in the rain.
Drying to a stiff, chaffing fabric. Making it important to remember to breathe.
I really have grown fond of the quiet. The one that sat between those thoughts.
While I watched the goldfinch family teach the young to fly. The fledglings chirping
excitedly as they swooped down to greet a chicken. Who looked slightly amused or confused.
I laughed out loud. Enjoying the quiet between thoughts. Between words. Between ‘Mom!’ Demands.
I really enjoy the quiet.
Siblings.
They laugh at something only they understand.
The bond between siblings. Like a touch of a hand.
Fighting and bickering. They scream, ‘ We will never talk again!’
Tears fly. Shouts and more cries. Time goes by.
Then like a shift in the atmosphere, the laughing resumes.
With laughing tears. Something as little as a funny sound.
Leaves them in laughing puddles on the ground.
It never quite changes as they grow.
Even when life looks nothing like it did before
They have a bond that grows some more.
2020 http://www.carriedforth.com
Forever and More
The drop of water remains after the rain.
Glistening.
It’s all the same.
Where can I find my drop of rain?
A Piece Of My Heart
In the grassy, parched yard
he stands proud and tall
in his heart shaped glory
for all who pass.
I could not resist taking this picture of a heart shaped flower. ♥
I have always seen shapes and images in things. I see a lot of hearts lately.
Maybe a sign of all the love being sent during this pandemic?
Whatever the reason, they sure make me smile 😃.
Love and blessings readers, 💕 Carrie
A Little Could Be Enough
The yard has become crunchy as the grasses dried
from the lack of rain filled skies. We soak up the sun.
Lounge in the pool. Have summer fun.
All the while, in the back of our mind, we pray for some rain.
A little at a time. Something to hydrate the parched fields.
Sprinkle the flowers. Create a few puddles. Wash the car.
Just a little. A sprinkle or two. Wet the land. Soak our hand.
Keep us from drying up. Just something. A little could be enough.
2020 http://www.carriedforth.com
Rain Soaked Day
How this drought can make me long
For a day with clouds and thunder’s song,
For lighting bolts and rain soaked hair,
For the electrical crackle in the air.
Taste Of Summer
Summer tastes like fresh berries
straight off the vine. Plucked from the thorns.
Ripe just in time for summer to feel a little bit more
like a summer we had before. When the world was
more carefree. The days stretched out long.
When watermelon and lemonade tasted sweet on our tongue.
When we made bike rides and swimming slides.
Scaled trees, just for fun.
Summer tastes like grass and bees. All kinds of sweet things.
Most of all, summer tastes like memories.
Focused?
Have we not noticed
our attention was on one thing
now out of focus.
Nothing like a photo gone wrong to send a bit of a life message. Pay attention to what one focuses on.
Or is it see the rocks and grasses despite the flowers? 😉
One of those mishaps…which make me really look closely at the background.
Diving deep.
Keep on working…
Love and blessings readers! 💕 Carrie
