Soul Whisper

Breathe, said the teacher. Breathe and be.

My soul whispered, “Follow me!”

As I sat and breathed, my soul and I walked

As you’d expect, I mostly talked.

“I can’t understand, just can’t cope.”

My soul was quiet – was there hope?

Breathe, said the teacher. Breathe and see.

The child just ahead looked like – me!

The little girl waved me on;

I wondered how long I’d been gone.

We ran up a gentle hill

And saw a brook by the trees so still.

“I remember this stream, where I once sat!”

And after I marveled at that,

I saw my father who’d long since passed:

An angry man found peace at last.

“Never worry,” said my Dad

“It did nothing but made me sad.”

I pondered this, then saw my cat,

And heard his purr – how about that?

I’d forgotten favorite colors, too:

Burgundy and aqua blue,

The perfume I wore to English class,

And my first martini glass!

“It’s all with you, you just forgot,”

My soul chuckled. My face felt hot,

Embarrassed to shed a silly tear.

My soul whispered,

“I’m still here.”

© Judith C Evans 2011

Written for Thursday Think Tank's prompt #76 -- soul's whisper
and posted at Thursday Poets Rally #57

Many thanks to Thursday Poets Rally at The Poetry Palace for this award...I am humbled and honored! I nominate NeiNei for the award.

Winter winds blow ice
but poetic souls gather --
encouraging words.


  

Surprised by Sunlight

Sunlight, on a whim,
Frames cracks in the limestone wall --
The yard work can wait.

Written for Haiku Heights prompt #96 -- light

From the laundry: visual small stones

As I sat in the laundry room, wishing I had time to take pictures and write poetry, I noticed colors, shapes and shadows a few feet away. Although I didn't have my "real" camera with me, I was able to capture some of these images with my cell phone camera. They have become "visual small stones" -- everyday images that shouldn't be taken for granted.

So, pay attention and see the possibilities! Inspiration is all around you, even in the laundry!

Laundry room floor colors

Same colors reflected 

Later on -- apartment window blinds

Rebirth

words long presumed dead --
ashes released from an urn --
the first verse ignites

© Judith C Evans 2011

written for Haiku Heights prompt #95 -- urn

Small Stone #9: Tea Break

black tea and cookies:
such peace from fermented leaves
and fat molecules

The Book of Life

The Book of Life awaits my name;
No time to listen to that still, small voice.
I double check rules,
Craft fireproof plans,
Push you out of the way,
And race toward my calling,
Afraid that you will get there first.
That's my calling.

The still, small voice has plenty of time,
And tries to tell me:
"Love one another."

© Judith C Evans 2011

Written for Carry On Tuesday prompt # 129: "Love one another."

Ghosts

computer screen blinks

I stare as ghosts stare back

writer’s block  



©­ Judith C Evans


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