I am totally in love with words!
I would love to share some of my most recent poems
with you here
in this sacred space
It is not always easy to share one's writing,
with others . . .
yet here on my blog,
my safe and humble space,
I am totally free to share my written words with my readers!
is it enough
is it enough to just be yourself?
to do the best you can
each and every day
our world says no . . .
give me more and more
i'm not quite sure when
it all happened here
when a fast pace of life
blew in on the horizon
bringing fast and fury thinking with it
it's not enough anymore
to move at your own life pace
for there is much of nothingness
we all have to get through
i'm growing tired more each day
is it enough to just be yourself?
for that is where my happiness lies
i say fooey to trying to just keep up
with the world's rat race
for i have learned that i am enough
so i've been told
here within me i can find
comfort and peace and joy
it is certainly enough for me
(written 1-27-13)
an artful spirit
it comes from way down deep inside
a thought, a feeling
a certain way of living
in tune with heart and mind
an artful spirit . . .
living creatively from the inside out
a way of interpreting the way I live
my life each and every day
observing, creating, dreaming
walking through this life of mine
soulfully stepping along my way
always intuitively thinking
being artful is a
gradually acquired way of living
so grateful to have arrived here
here . . . in this very intentional place
(written 1-14-14)
intentional is my word for 2014
return to monet
I have returned to sit with you again
oh so many years later,
seventeen years later to be exact
Yet you are still here
in all your beauty of muted glory
It's as if you were here waiting for me
As I entered the gallery
I could feel my heart flutter
and I was filled with deep emotion
All I could do was sit
glance and sit some more
just to be with you once more
Colors of muted teals and roses
fill the large trio of canvases
hanging on the wall
There are ropes as a gentle reminder
telling me don't get too close
Oh if I could only touch you and still feel your energy
For now I will sit and soak up what I see
my nose is running from tears
that continue to flow down my cheeks
Claude Monet, always my favorite
My source of inspiration
Calming, Intriguing, Soothing to the Soul
So many people passing by
Just taking a quick peek ...
how can they leave him after seeing one glance?
On this very rainy Thursday, in my precious New York City
I write my words, fill my heart and take it all in
Not wanting to leave here, leave Monet yet again
(written 3-28-14 at 12:00 pm)
Museum of Modern Art
New York City
in honor of mommy
Tomorrow is Mothers Day
a holiday in which you honor your mother
oh how I wish I could run to your house
and hug and kiss all over you
but you aren't there ...
the house is no longer ours
I can no longer see your face
you have been gone for years now,
but you were gone long before that
Dementia took you away from me
the memories of what was so precious
fleeted quickly from your mind
No longer Mee Maw to my children
you didn't get to meet sweet Annabelle
For my life has moved on now
I can still recall wonderful moments
that I will cherish in my heart
knowing all the while you are gone now
an artful spirit
it comes from way down deep inside
a thought, a feeling
a certain way of living
in tune with heart and mind
an artful spirit . . .
living creatively from the inside out
a way of interpreting the way I live
my life each and every day
observing, creating, dreaming
walking through this life of mine
soulfully stepping along my way
always intuitively thinking
being artful is a
gradually acquired way of living
so grateful to have arrived here
here . . . in this very intentional place
(written 1-14-14)
intentional is my word for 2014
return to monet
I have returned to sit with you again
oh so many years later,
seventeen years later to be exact
Yet you are still here
in all your beauty of muted glory
It's as if you were here waiting for me
As I entered the gallery
I could feel my heart flutter
and I was filled with deep emotion
All I could do was sit
glance and sit some more
just to be with you once more
Colors of muted teals and roses
fill the large trio of canvases
hanging on the wall
There are ropes as a gentle reminder
telling me don't get too close
Oh if I could only touch you and still feel your energy
For now I will sit and soak up what I see
my nose is running from tears
that continue to flow down my cheeks
Claude Monet, always my favorite
My source of inspiration
Calming, Intriguing, Soothing to the Soul
So many people passing by
Just taking a quick peek ...
how can they leave him after seeing one glance?
On this very rainy Thursday, in my precious New York City
I write my words, fill my heart and take it all in
Not wanting to leave here, leave Monet yet again
(written 3-28-14 at 12:00 pm)
Museum of Modern Art
New York City
in honor of mommy
Tomorrow is Mothers Day
a holiday in which you honor your mother
oh how I wish I could run to your house
and hug and kiss all over you
but you aren't there ...
the house is no longer ours
I can no longer see your face
you have been gone for years now,
but you were gone long before that
Dementia took you away from me
the memories of what was so precious
fleeted quickly from your mind
No longer Mee Maw to my children
you didn't get to meet sweet Annabelle
For my life has moved on now
I can still recall wonderful moments
that I will cherish in my heart
knowing all the while you are gone now
So on this weekend of honoring Mothers
I hold you in the light ...
Thanking you for being my mommy
nurturing and forming my life
as a little girl, as a little seeker
loving me with just what you were capable of
Donna Lee
(written May 10, 2014)
