A Stone: One daily observation
Morning Clouds
My day begins early
At this hour I am the star
Of my own silent movie
There is a poem written
In the forms of the clouds
If only I can read it
Birds glide silently
With the mountains
I wait to see
Only the clouds know
What this day will be
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Tuesday Tryouts: Poem on Things Meaningful to You
Things That are Meaningful to Me
My work
Something to eat
A warm bed to rest
Not much more is needed
Maybe a smile
Freely given
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*Note: After reading the prompt,I went into my house. For surely the things most meaningful must be there. I looked around and yes there are things I love, collected over years, could not be replaced. A few years ago, I lost everything that was meaningful to me. It could be a natural disaster, or personal disaster. I learned a lot. When we lose everything, we do not die, maybe a little inside but we start over just a little lighter. New beginnings are good.
Recently we experienced a robbery, some of my favorite things were taken.
It really doesn’t matter.
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