Can common sense be taught –
friendly snapshots coercing shifts?
Novices proclaim innocence,
blame their peers, but remember
When humanity is a foreign concept,
and sensibility a second tongue
The underdog suffers, and
who knows what is to follow?
(For Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt: underdog. Image my own.)
This platform is shaky,
I must confess,
built of co-dependent aims
carnival life expectations.
Still a steady hand
and a weeping heart
good writing companions make
or, so I tell myself
You see, despite clever musings
I’m as guilty of denial as the next
and as far as clarity goes
I’ve been myopic forever
Guess, I’m trying to say
that without an audience
I’d be nothing – and so to you
this blogging community – gratitude.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge: Writer’s platform/ reality; and Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt: gratitude. Image my own.)
I grow roses to remember
a beloved grandmother
the dreams of innocence
the blush of summer love
I grow roses to believe
that life has purpose
and time has no end
and love defies boundaries.
I grow roses to understand
that beauty and pain coexist
and life is about cycles
and simple things have great value.
(Linking up with Eugi’s Causerie, prompt: blush. Image from personal collection.)
One Woman's Quest 