How does she coax a rose from a stone? Cold flat surface and non-dimensional plane. Heavy burden of stone, lifeless, exhausted, no name. Her days have moved forward with more days yet to come. And like a stone she won’t let go of the things that she’s done. And she sits contemplating the greatest ofContinue reading “Coaxing a Rose from a Stone”
Author Archives: Joyce E Brand
Camper rocks
Garden Art
Be good to yourself
Speak to yourself kindly. Show up for yourself by speaking what is in your heart. Show yourself that you are worthwhile by getting enough rest and relaxation. Love yourself unconditionally by forgiving yourself for your imperfections. Be gentle with your body by moving it daily and providing it with nutritious food. Be responsible with yourContinue reading “Be good to yourself”
Rebirth
Born from silence Begin your day in peace Born from peace Live today in grace Born from grace Rest your head in forgiveness Born from forgiveness Begin your day in silence
Finley
Helicopter arms are so much fun Little hands stickier than a sticky bun Dirty little feet that love to run Energy enough for everyone Face covered with god knows what Stole my water bottle and my heart Poured water all over the bathroom floor Left me outside and locked the door Laughing as he ranContinue reading “Finley”
Stay
Thank you for the voice to speak when difficult words get stuck Stay Thank you for the space to heal when painful wounds are opened up Stay Thank you for the strength to stand, legs shaking with each step Stay And when I fall, I thank you so, for helping me get up Stay ThankContinue reading “Stay”
Ode to my bed
Ode to my bed safe from all harm I long for your safety To spend the night in your arms The sacrifices made just for my dreams A bag of feathers plucked for my comfort Four legs carved from a tree Soft cotton cradle of comfort I rest my heavy head on your bosom AContinue reading “Ode to my bed”
My first haiku
Born out of darkness Devine light victorious The birth of vision
The Autumn Side
Lately I’ve noticed that my shadow has grown It’s scarecrow arms and thinning skin reaching for the other side of my life The autumn side of life Where the darkness grows long and the days retreat I have come to love life on the autumn side The way things sit a little easier in silenceContinue reading “The Autumn Side”