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.
annellannell 
Annell, I love that a poem lies within the clouds, “if only I can read it”. And I love what you write about Things – I experienced a fire once, and many times I have started over with nothing. It teaches one that stuff is just stuff, and one does feel lighter after divesting onseself of some of it. Wise words from you this morning, my friend.
Annell, I love your philosophy. When we lose everything, we just start over a bit lighter. I like that very much. You are a wise woman.