Tag: sunrise

Procrastination

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Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle – Lincoln

 

Procrastination is my middle name,

see I always put things off.

The reason is my perfectionism,

as I worry others may scoff.

My ideas can be quite brilliant,

although I do say so myself.

A multitude of them in my life,

so I’ll need a bigger shelf.

This is where I store my dreams,

just until they take shape.

But then I have so many sparks,

so a choice I have to make.

Which of them is the brightest,

mistakes can’t get in my way.

If you know me and you read this,

I hear what you’re going to say!

~

I wrote this poem while procrastinating again this morning. I laughed out loud while writing it, as it’s so utterly me. I often lose myself in writing while procrastinating, that’s funny too as I know some who procrastinate instead of writing!

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Elements….

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If I have walked this earth before,

oh where are the tracks I made.

If I have walked this earth before,

are all my past debts now paid.

If I have breathed in this same air,

in who’s lungs was it I breathed.

If I have breathed in this same air,

can the memories be retrieved.

And all the water that ever was,

quenches my thirst once more.

And all the water that ever was,

runs throughout me to the core.

Fires that have burned in time,

rage throughout my body now.

Fires that have burned in time,

again light my way somehow.

Of these elements I am joined,

they play in the dance I perform.

Of these elements I am joined,

until death from the day I was born.

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

7 Days 7 Photos – A Black and White Challenge – Day 4

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Thanks  Leigha Robbins for this challenge

 

The rules for the challenge are;-

  • Black and while photos
  • Photos of your life
  • No people
  • No explaination
  • Challenge someone each day

Please do take up the challenge if you would like to, I’d love to see your black and white photos 🙂

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New Day

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Each sunset a goodbye, 

each sunrise a greeting.

Dawn bringing with her, 

the gentlest of meetings. 

Adue with one hand, 

the other one waves.

Experiencing new, 

treasure what’s saved.

Cherishing memories, 

but not to the point.

Another won’t fit in, 

new souls to anoint.

Starting the sentence, 

with a capital letter.

A poem of new love,

what could be better.

Painting a portrait,

high in the sky.

That talks of my passion,

to those passing by.

The start of a symphony,

on gentle strings.

Opening to adventure,

a new day begins.

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Start of Day

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She rose once more from the blackness

Night screamed silently as she left

Dawn jumped and leaped up to greet her

Knocking the birds from their nests

Flowers woke from their slumber

Opening petals to greet the day

Animals bowed to her majesty

For she’s keeping winter at bay

She climbed to the height of angels

Soft clouds cushioning her steps

She shone down on all of creation

She will stay there until she sets.