The Layers By Stanley Kunitz I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before I can gather strength to proceed on my journey, … Continue reading Transformations
poems
I Walk with Dragons
republished from 8/18/2024. I Walk with Dragons In the depths of gravely grasps, where demons tend to bay, My dragons guard and circle, turning old wounds to decay. With scales of ancient wisdom, my eyes can pierce the gloom, Lessons taught of strength and courage, in the screeching doom. They breathe fire as my trials, … Continue reading I Walk with Dragons
Weapon & Wand
originally published 9/4/2024 What I Carry I carry a weapon in my right hand and a wand in my left. I am also both these, a weapon and a wand. I can do serious damage, and I can make magic happen. I carry purpose in my right hand and providence in my left. I am … Continue reading Weapon & Wand
Federation of Blooming
Republished from July 14, 2025. Tempt not my enduring patience. And test not daily my goodwill. Learn the limits and know the boundaries of a good person doing good. Cage not the bird that lays the golden eggs from which you get your daily portion and rest in the feathers of. Resist the urge to … Continue reading Federation of Blooming
Sweetness
The sweetness of living is often lost and found in the parting of souls ©2024 S. Mottet bloomhearty.com
Obligation
A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation." By Stephen Crane, From War Is Kind
Overthink much
Analysis paralysis... knats eyelashes and centipedes legs. A centipede was happy quite, Until a frog in fun Said, "Pray which leg comes after which?" This raised her mind to such a pitch. She lay distracted in the ditch, Considering how to run. - Unknown
Imprisoned splendour
Truth shall set you free. Truth is within ourselves it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fullness and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect clear perception--which is truth. A baffling and perverting carnal … Continue reading Imprisoned splendour
November’s Grace
November whispers balanced, calm embrace, A month to find our peaceful pace. With chill kissed by dawn’s sweet light, We bring the day, our spirits bright. In work, we find our purpose, clear, But pause reminds us, joy is near. Our gardens slumber with gentle root, In family’s love, our hearts bear fruit. Each week, … Continue reading November’s Grace
Once
Once, love lingered in the gentle hush Of morning light upon your sleeping face— A tapestry of laughter woven lush With moments time can never quite erase. Now, only echoes wander through these halls, Soft shadows where our promises once lay, A faded photograph, a distant call That memory replays but can’t convey. I gathered … Continue reading Once