Prey

Acorn half eaten

Scurried tracks to the right

Wing prints of predator

Left in mid-flight

Pray

#micropoetry    #SOL18

Snowshoeing through the woods with a friend a few weeks ago, we came upon a clearing and noticed quite a scuffle in the snow. The scene told the stark story of the circle of life. Sometimes what seems cruel to one, can be a blessing to another.
So whose prayers get answered?

Step over
  jump cut
     pivot and
         feint
dash ‘cross the pitch
  with little constraint.
Headers and
  chip shots,
     passes and spinners,
don’t need a score
      to recognize
             winners.

#MicroPoetry  #SOL18

My son has played soccer since he was about four years old. To call it a passion is almost derogatory. I revel in watching him play, win or lose…and there has been much more of latter than the former. When circumstances align, however, and the score tips our way, there is no denying the joy that comes from watching a team celebrate their successful efforts.  Your mixture of ‘silly and serious’ have made watching this team so delightful.. Congrats to the “Isolated Thunderstorms” on winning the winter championship at the local soccer club last night-you were winners before the games, as well.

I imagine
this
same
look
gracing
god’s
face
upon
creating
something
so
beautiful.

#micropoetry  #SOL18

The satisfaction that comes from creating something out of nothing is universal. Do we take the time to notice that divine accomplishment when we observe it? Do we give ourselves enough opportunities in life to experience it? The slices we craft this month are acts of creation. Let us take some time to appreciate that for ourselves and for others as we comment and connect. Writing is powerful. We are creators.

She stepped
backstage
between numbers
and
the set
changed
dramatically.

#micropoetry   #SOL18

There are too many cliches tossed out as advice to parents to live in the moment and remember, they won’t be little forever.  While they hold truth, they are tainted with an implication that perhaps we don’t, that were are somehow frivolous with our appreciation.  I have cherished every stage of this dancer’s life, but no amount of mindfulness can hold back the hands of time. I simultaneously mourn the loss of my babies while embracing the ‘child’ who is now. Last night Bailey danced at her college and I could not be there in person, but I was present.

To slice      
   is to walk
    through your days
         with a writer’s eyes,
               a writer’s ears,
                         a writer’s heart. 

Everything pulses.
          Everything has weight.
                        Everything is story.

This month I will be enjoying tiny slices of life through micropoetry and photography.  If you ever doubt the power of writing to shape lives, I encourage you to try the Slice of Life Challenge for the month of March.   You will develop a mindfulness for living that will open your eyes, your ears, and your heart. 

Check it out here: https://twowritingteachers.org/challenges/