Dream House by Jim Warren
Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 13
Also linking with Poets United for Poetry Pantry
A lot of 13s going on here....hope that is a lucky sign not a bad one. LOL
Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be. ~Grandma Moses
~Sometimes my eyes are cactus near a flowing stream~
Life is like a dusty chandelier and the dimmer the setting
the less you can see what can be done.
~Sometimes my lips are bankrupt in a solemn fortress~
Life is like a triple scoop ice cream cone
and if you do not eat it earnestly while you can
it will melt all over and leave a big mess
~Sometimes my heart feels like just a spoon of pepto in a world of disease~
Life is like a crystal vase upon a table
it is meant to be filled with beautiful flowers not be empty on a shelf.
~Sometimes my feet are red wood trees in a fast moving blaze~
Life is like a tall rocky mountain
it is majestic and an inspiration to stand before yet also an utter struggle to climb.
~Sometimes my hands are frail like bent limbs on a dying tree~
Life is like an unbridled horse
that runs free out of our control
yet still we try to tame it.
Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 13
Also linking with Poets United for Poetry Pantry
A lot of 13s going on here....hope that is a lucky sign not a bad one. LOL
Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be. ~Grandma Moses
~Sometimes my eyes are cactus near a flowing stream~
Life is like a dusty chandelier and the dimmer the setting
the less you can see what can be done.
~Sometimes my lips are bankrupt in a solemn fortress~
Life is like a triple scoop ice cream cone
and if you do not eat it earnestly while you can
it will melt all over and leave a big mess
~Sometimes my heart feels like just a spoon of pepto in a world of disease~
Life is like a crystal vase upon a table
it is meant to be filled with beautiful flowers not be empty on a shelf.
~Sometimes my feet are red wood trees in a fast moving blaze~
Life is like a tall rocky mountain
it is majestic and an inspiration to stand before yet also an utter struggle to climb.
~Sometimes my hands are frail like bent limbs on a dying tree~
Life is like an unbridled horse
that runs free out of our control
yet still we try to tame it.
Note:
I have spent many years not seeing what I should, not relishing what I could, not being all I could be, and trying to control what was out of my hands. It seems some lessons do not come easy. Gaining wisdom has been like taming an unbridled horse. It is hard, and it is going to take some time. I suppose life is meant to be a process of learning and growth. If it were meant to be easy, it would be. I just feel a bit weary sometimes. I am a slow learner and I have the bunions to prove it. I am in need of a true vacation, maybe a trip to the beach to just walk the shore, count my blessings, and pick up some sea shells along the way.
