Souls wander and falter. We are never sure where our souls are or where they belong. Hearts pound and ache. We know where our hearts reside and continually protect them. Life could ease into bliss if we could capture the essence of our souls and release our hearts. ©2025 S. Mottet bloomhearty.com writing, creation, and … Continue reading Hearts and Souls
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Empty
Emptiness aches in me. I am hollow. I am full of nothingness. I ache to have some, some of everything, to be full, fulfilled, to know what could fulfill me,to know me, and what makes me empty. ©2025 S. Mottet bloomhearty.com writing, creation, and design
Snowflakes Falling
Snowflakes whisper love songs as they fall, Covering the earth in a lover's shawl. Old heartaches depart with the artic freeze, Making room for new joys and peace. The fire's warm glow dances in our eyes, While frost-painted windows reflect sultry skies. In the hush of winter, hearts synch and race, To cherish real love … Continue reading Snowflakes Falling
Not Undone
Not done. Not Undone Mistakes have well been made. Mistakes have been well made. Browns eyes creating hazel ones weren't among them. Those eyes see the world beyond what mine is made of. Daily life, each day done. Each day undone by living. The plants are green and full of leaves. The refrigerator is full … Continue reading Not Undone
Pipe Dream
Pipe Dream At this very moment all becomes right. A pipe reopens and we can say oh my! With release of wasted time and might, unburdened by a silent sigh. A block had held it back and still. Now sounds of rush, waters dance and play, No dam of doubt, no stubborn will, will turn … Continue reading Pipe Dream
Sleep Well Knowing, My Children
Sleep well knowing that I want to and will take the time to get to know you. Sleep well knowing that I seek to understand you and will try to always be the one to understand you. Sleep well knowing that I am here for you and that I know how to be here for … Continue reading Sleep Well Knowing, My Children
Leaping in the Dark
The art. Embrace the Pause In the twilight of tomorrow's light, Where thoughts unsure weave through the night, We look from pits, feeling small, Not knowing how we'll start at all. The art, it whispers, soft and low, A secret only brush strokes know, Yet in that space of hope and fearing, Curiosity flickers, flashing, … Continue reading Leaping in the Dark
We Seek the Counsel Nature Tells
In twilight's hush where shadows steep, The owl awakes from velvet sleep. With eyes aglow in constant grace, It peers into the darkest space. With ghostly flight near ancient trees, Guided by the limitless breeze. In forests hidden where knowledge dwells, We seek the counsel nature tells. With feathers soft as midnight’s sigh, It listens … Continue reading We Seek the Counsel Nature Tells
I Don’t Want to Be a Blossom
I don't want to be a blossom, delicate and fleeting, I crave steady bloom, with roots deeply meeting. Not just a flash, a burst of color, fragile and bright, But the steadfast growth that turns light into might. I carry the strength to stretch out in the sun, To be more than a moment, or … Continue reading I Don’t Want to Be a Blossom
Poetry Prose
Poetry has been integral to human history, capturing the essence of cultures, emotions, and ideas across millennia. From ancient epics like Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey, which chronicled heroic feats and societal values, to the profound philosophical and mystical verses of Rumi and Dante, poetry has served as both a reflection and a catalyst of historical … Continue reading Poetry Prose