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A Haiku: Commune
Sleep to awakenCommune in the in betweenWhere there’s only love -akw- ___©2021 Angel K WillPhoto by Miriam Espacio from Pexels
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A Haiku: Temptation
Wrong, but feels so rightVoices within start to fightTemptation’s strong pull -akw- ___©2021 Angel K WillPhoto by Dhyamis Kleber on Pexels
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To drift like the wood
Driftwood… made smoother by the tides, winds, and waves. Much like life, I too can be made smoother by the ups, downs and all arounds. To accept or resist, therein lies my choice. Do I view the world in full color or black and white? Do I go back and forth between one and the…
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A Haiku: Fire
True colors will shinefor all to see, when you areput through life’s fire -akw- ___©2021 Angel K WillPhoto by Francesco Ungaro from Pexels
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New day, new year
An unfolding path,this new day andnew year presents. Lived with intention,that is my choosing. Eyes forward focusedon the here and now,for time I can’t get back. It evaporates like dewon a sunny morn. -akw- (This is a poem for tomorrow January 1st, but I’m kicking off the new year off-line so posting early 💜) ___©2020…
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Healing Path
The path of the broken-hearted will eventually lead to hope.The path of hope will eventually lead to peace.And until you have the strength to carry yourselfon these paths toward healingyou can find rest with Me. And no, it won’t be easy to travelthese paths that caused you pain,but by fixating on your heartacheonly more heartache…
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A Haiku: Puzzle
Fitting the piecesof life’s puzzle togethertakes calm and patience -akw- ___©2020 Angel K WillPhoto by Steven Arenas from Pexels * This poem is included in the book — The Owl in the Concrete Tree: A Poetry Collection — click HERE to download a free PDF excerpt or to view details.
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Spying on Santa
Up on my tiptoes, I peerfrom behind the stairs tho I fear.What if I’m caught, is it worth the shotto see Santa delivering my toys? I look for the sign he’s been herebut the cookies and milk are still there.Under the Christmas tree, the skirt lays bare.No evidence yet he has come. A heavy sigh…
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Christmas Morning Memories
~ a vignette ~ December 1987 I sat on the cream-colored sofa and slowly slid my 8-year old body to the edge. Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Suite played in the background as the crackling fire masked the sound of my internal excitement. It was an ice-covered, Oklahoma Christmas morning, and we had opened all the usual presents.…
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Core (an acrostic)
C.onstantly diggingO.nly to discoverR.ecesses that are endlessE.nergies at our core -akw- ___ ©2020 Angel K WillPhoto by Dids from Pexels
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