When Was…

When was the last time a conversation was exchanged

with more words than raspberries and giggles. Whispered

sniffles and delighted screams. Oh, I do not know,

but I think it appeared on a dream as summer came to an end.

Dew fell on the grasses and I bent to the wind. Fallen silent as I

contemplated the irony of it all. Escaped my mind to find…

When was the last time I danced with abandon. Not a care in the world.

Oh, yes. Yesterday. When that song came on the radio, and the mop

became a friend and we danced. Between fits of giggles and high

pitched squeals of delight, not mine, but yours…

and well…I stopped some where, between the moments,

longing for when…as the last time did not matter. No. This time, 

right here. Was. All. That. Mattered. Is all that matters.

Living fully in the moment, whatever that may be. 🙃

Love and blessings, 💕 Carrie

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The Grocery Store Giggles

Oh, how I could harness a thousand days

to step into one moment where that giggle

echoed across the aisles. Lifting the hearts

of our masked faces. Raising us up in one joyous celebration.

It was the joyous sound of the infant in the cart next to mine

who discovered the pleasurable sound of a crinkling chip bag.


May we all be blessed to find joy in the simplest of pleasures and laughter to fill our hearts.
Love and blessings, 💕 Carrie

2021 http://www.carriedforth.com

Poetry

The poetry fell all around. Bouncing off the ground.

Rhyming then not rhyming. Flowing then breaking.

Moving through the soul. Poetry is life.  We see.

It’s written in the folds. The narrow spaces.

The open places. The air in between. Poetry.

It’s in the veins of all living things. It’s in the soul

of all. Animate and inanimate. It breaths.

Touch poetry, and it will touch you.

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Saying Good Morning.

Good Morning! He shouted from the branch as I passed.

Good Morning, to you, I replied back. He headed for his breakfast.

I headed to the coup. Where the chickens waited chirping their

Good Mornings, too. Like it always is and will be, a good morning,

is something we all need.

Good Morning beautiful souls. 🙃 

Love and blessings, 💕 Carrie

2021 http://www.carriedforth.com

All, But The Sunset.

Whispers of the day,

thread through the pages

as the journal fills with hopes,

dreams, and those things in between.

Drying ink. Wiped away. Maybe this will be forgotten

someday. Maybe it will. Maybe it won’t. She really

has grown tired of holding all these hopes. 

The dreams flit from place to place. Landing

gentle on a smiling face. Held up and taken down.

It all continues to go round. Time has never stood still.

Sometimes I forget this but am reminded in the setting sun.

As I stand and watch it go down. Colors light and fade. Change.

Constantly. Until no more, but the violet of the night. Touched by

stars shining bright. As I have said before, all was as it is,

but the sunset clearly sees it.

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Thank You Sky!

You often cause wonder and delight,

even on the days where I cannot see the light.

You, sky, remind me, I am just one being

in this vast and beautiful universe. Below you, I remain.

Humble and forgiven. Shining once again. 

Because I see the wonder of this vast beautiful sunlit world.

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Early Morning Snow

She falls quietly

feathery cold blanket

muffling the sounds.

Creating a quiet

soothing world.

Even the birds

chirp in muffled tones.

Whispering their good mornings.

My foot falls are quiet, too.

Causing the soul to be heard.

Whispering her wisdom.

Letting nature seep in.

Quiet hush of snow.

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