Kerry Kijewski has been a #BeReal guest before a few times. I started this series years ago to highlight real people doing real people things. In a world that shares AI in a way that exaggerates reality everyday it might be more important than ever to keep it real. Kerry just had an article published…
The vine grows Never straight Focus shifts Destiny calls Flowers bloom And then wilt Twisting And growing As vines do Caring not Where the sun Where the air Where the water Where the nutrients Come from They just grow Until that something For which they don’t care Disappears And then that vine Has to care…
The vine grows Never straight Focus shifts Destiny calls Flowers bloom And then wilt Twisting And growing As vines do Caring not Where the sun Where the air Where the water Where the nutrients Come from They just grow Until that something For which they don’t care Disappears And then that vine Has to care…
The grass is still wet And the ground is warm Roots drink in water Ants make their tunnels Worms lazily burrow A symphony of sounds If one could hear them Through soil and stone But the dead don’t hear Not like the living do The dead are listening The way the universe does
Tell me how to breathe In a field of hope I’m so used to the battle Anticipating the fights The enemy fire Tell me how to relax When the air is calm Not toxic or electric Or filled with jealousy How do I thrive In a world of peace When rage and fear Are the…
I saw a butterfly/moth on my bedroom window screen. It was beautiful. I’m glad for the day. For the steps I’ll take. For my daughter and for my person. For my family and friends. Recognizing the beauty in the day. That’s hard for some of us. It takes practice. Today I am finding beauty in…
There is beauty inside the blur: Some days The world is blurry Looking as if it’s melting Its turquoise skies into grass While shades of molten glass Swirl like mist around trees And lonesome shadows Joust with the light of day The movement of life Forming abstract shapes And dancing like liquid clay But that’s…
The slight shade tickled my toes As it danced around the sunlight Whizzing dragon flies chased Daffodils and sunflowers That played tug of war with the breeze Don’t they know? Don’t they care? That their time is terribly short The leaves will turn and briskly fall The dragonflies will begin to freeze And the flowers…
My #BeReal guest today is Sean Bidd. He often expresses himself by drawing on the natural world around him. I find it perfectly fitting that he sent me a poem for his #BeReal piece! Stars and mountain tops Show me your pictures Those deep inside your mind The ones you keep a hold of Those…
I was that bird You saw flying Working hard Against wind I didn’t stop Not once Even though I was very tired I followed you Until you stopped And then I was that bird You saw sitting Outside your window And I stayed there As you slept And when you woke I sang to you…
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