That peaceful feeling
Of driving on the rural highway roads
That curve and lift
Edged with telephone lines
Lined with weathered wood fence posts
Marking property lines that boast
With perfectly lined corn rows
And hung laundry that blows
On the line
Happy Summer!
Happy Monday everyone, here is a reblog of mine!
Mumbles and Grumbles
Get over your grumbles
Your quiet voiced mumbles
Life is too short
So hit abort
On your onboard
Autopilot
And fly it
Life is too short
Your quiet voiced mumbles
Get over your grumbles
©Jennifer David 2013
Life is too short to hold onto grudges.
So many people walk around mumbling and grumbling beneath their breath. Often looking for bad and negative situations to occur around them so they can grumble some more.
It saddens me to see people often choosing to hold onto their frustrations.
We tend to live life on autopilot….
……We have adjusted our settings and set off on that course but often things change in our life and we forget to readjust the settings on the autopilot. But it’s important to. Readjusting ones self and ones perspectives is not always easy but the first step to a new perspective is taking charge trying…
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Salty cheese and a glass of wine
A different time
a different era
Where voluptuous curves were what artists wrote about
What the most glorious painters painted about
The round about curtsey of a respectable girl
who’s hair all acurl
Made even the most proper woman’s brow curl
A time of allure
Where femininity could endure
a lifetime of salty cheese and a glass of wine.
The poetry of sound
Lingers all around
The wind in my ears
The crashing waves
The faint cry of a seagull
The distant hum of a motor boat Continue reading
Photographers
They spend so much time looking through the lens knowing the importance of capturing a moment, the moment so that it can forever be shared with the world but yet so often missing out on living in the moment.
Writers
They can’t wait to tell their story. When it’s time to write, it’s time, you can only wait so long before the idea passes or your muse leaves, often wishing to record moments of the past forgetting to participate in the present.
Readers
They get so engrossed in the stories and facts they read that they long for the next moment that they can escape back to their story.
So really there is one problem, often the problem of existing and living in the moment.
So live your passion but don’t forget to also live your life, in the moment!
Swinging to and fro
Undecided on which way to go
Pacing
Erasing every possibility of moving forward
Stuck rocking
Swaying
In place
Rythmically,
Held together by a metal brace Continue reading
My ring
Such a sparkly thing
It shines and glimmers
A flashy reminder of you
The cut, so precious and rare
Created for a love that you cannot compare Continue reading
Children’s poem from my Mommy Blog.
Enjoy!
I have kids on my mind lately!
This childhood mischief poem was written as a lighthearted reflection on imagination, rivalry, and the dramatic way children respond to small injustices.
He took my book
The little crook
How dare he
Trip me
Mock me
His behavior shocks me
He took my book
That little crook
He’ll be sorry when I find him
Because I’ll have to remind him
By giving him a kick in the shin
He took my book
That little crook
And I know just where to find him
This poem is just one small piece of a much larger body of work.
Over on Closer Lives, Leon and I share poetry written across seasons of life — love, grief, humour, childhood, travel, transformation, and the in-between moments that don’t always have language.
Poetry is how we found each other, how we process the world, and how many of our deeper…
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The tree covered hill tops
Alive with the chirping of birds
Their songs echoing
Providing solace and joy to my soul
They sing their song
Encouraging nature along,
Natures love song
Giving rise to the earth
© Jennifer David 2013
Writings of a Mrs 