Spring days of kites and giggling kids
Dandelions, bubbles, and wind
Squinting and sneezing at the sun
Breathing rain-washed breezes
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Spring days of kites and giggling kids
Dandelions, bubbles, and wind
Squinting and sneezing at the sun
Breathing rain-washed breezes
Gibberish
Mysterious
Bubble and fuss
Intricate dust
Add in some grace
Dandelion
Rolling on fine
Squint at the time
Setting the pace
Indigo storms
Fitting the forms
Gibberish norms
Try saving face
Crystal in thought
Radiant lot
Gnarled but not taut
Ending in place
Ringtails
There’s a secretive animal
That is seldom seen.
He’s tan and has a long white tail,
Covered with black rings.
He looks somewhat like a squirrel,
And a bit like a raccoon.
He only comes out at night.
You might see him at full moon.
He eats bugs and plants
And perhaps a lizard.
And at climbing trees,
He’s practically a wizard.
He lives in rocks and caves
And is called a Ringtail Cat.
But he is not a cat at all.
What do you think of that?
Nightlight
When all seems dark
and I’m afraid
and things aren’t looking great.
I take my Bible
and begin
to pray and meditate.
My favorite verse
in Scripture,
Romans 8:28.
And we know that in all things God works for the
good of those who love him, who[a] have
been called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28 (NIV).
Pessimistic
Problem focused
Expecting the worst
Sad countenance
Stubbornly negative
Intimidated and anxious
Morose and melancholy
Intensely doubtful
Scared of the future
Tragic attitude
Imagining disaster
Cynical outlook
Optimistic
Open eyes to possibilities
Positive attitude
Turning focus upward
Inspired, enthusiastic
More than hopeful
Imagining the best
Sanguine personality
Taking a bright outlook
Intensified expectancy
Cheerful and Confident
Lies
I’m tired of romance stories based on lies.
What one relates as true, the next denies.
The deeper into story, falsehoods grow.
It makes me wonder if they’re ever wise.
And when, at last, the lovers tell their tale.
It certainly appears that they will fail.
Then somehow, they accept each other’s love.
But I am not convinced that all is well.