Familiar Fragrance

It felt like an eternity as I found myself between consciousness an at the border of daydreams….

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There was a familiar fragrance in the air

Off in the distance I could hear the sound of a butterfly’s wings

I guess when you’re daydreaming your senses are that much more sharp

A part of me was living according to the guidelines of this present day existence

While another part of me sat on a bench in the park observing all things, waiting to keep an appointment with a life that was highly recommended

That familiar fragrance seems a little stronger today

A chain reaction of puzzle piece thoughts begin to assemble themselves in my mind

I smile because I find it amazing how the brain picks up on the heart’s intent

And pieces together a face to match the fragrance

Wishful thinking, pre-recognition or was my heart filling in the blanks

The sound of that butterfly’s wings swept across my ear canal

The acoustics are like a gentle caress

I check my wrist watch and see there is still plenty of time to keep my appointment

So I sit and observe, absorbing life’s experiences

Knowing there will be some stories to share

It felt like an eternity as I found myself between consciousness an at the border of daydreams….

A Long Road

A Winter’s evening

Gusting winds and blowing snow

Grey sky stretching over the atmosphere

For one reason or another the days seem extra long

I feel like I’m trapped inside a snow globe

Must have taken a wrong turn at the end of Autumn

Neither Siri or Alexa know the way to Spring

Guess I’ll be stuck on this road for a while

Don’t shake too hard


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Inspired By Series: Share Your Light

This haiku was inspired by a haiku from Erika at Share Your Light. Thank you, Erika! 🙂

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Doing what you love

There is no complacency

Creative flow breathes


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Embers In The Mist

Heart stays warm

Embers in the mist

Heating the soul

Shutting out the coldness

Cloudy skies have no prose to express

So I bide my time imagining standing on a peak

Looking over the promised land

The dream manifested

Never once detouring from believing


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I see that winding road

No pot of gold though

That is reserved for rainbow dreams

But in the grand scheme

Roads and rainbows connect to dreams

Above it all, I see below

Illuminated thoughts where there once were shadows

I don’t pretend to know it all but I do know

The dreams in the heart are like a pot of gold

Just a little more valuable

So I continue to watch from up high

Observing myself as I drive this road

Connecting thoughts that drive this heart

Until I reach that pot of gold

A shared dream in another’s heart of gold

Always more valuable


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