Author: Leonas Lines

A born and raised Midwesterner who traveled to Oregon in 2006 via the Oregon Trail route, fell in love with Oregon and now call it home. I am retired and pursuing my life long dream of becoming a Freelance Inspirational Writer.
Posted in February 2019, Haiku

My Jewel

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Sting of Pearls plant

Living String of Pearls

Sits upon my window sill

Silent Succulent

Haiku

(I just love my String of Pearls plant that I purchased last summer at our local Farmer’s Market. It sits on the a southern facing windowsill in my bedroom and really seems to like the filtered sunlight that streams thru as it has been steadily growing beautifully.)

Posted in February 2019, Triolet

Rear View Mirror

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View in my rear view mirror
“Rear View Mirror” ©️LeonasDesigns 2019

Looking back at where I’ve been

Won’t get me where I want to be

Thinking of what life was then

Looking back at where I’ve been

Mulling over where I was when

Hides the future from me

Looking back at where I’ve been

Won’t get me where I want to be

Triolet

Posted in February 2019, Syllabic Rhyme

Dreams Do Come True

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Grandson in LA

Hollywood streets paved with dreams

Where some stars shine bright

Grandson is livin’ his it seems

He’s walking those streets tonight 

Syllabic Rhyme

My oldest grandson is a music artist in LA tonight to perform a show there on Friday. Tomorrow is his 25th birthday. He is so excited because he dreamed his whole life that someday he would go to LA and now he’s there for his birthday and to perform a show. I am so happy for him that his dream came true! 

Posted in February 2019, Syllabic Verse

Count The Days

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Roses and rose petals on ground at the Rose Garden in Portland, OR
Roses and rose petals on ground at the Rose Garden in Portland, OR—June 2012

We count our life in years,

But what about the days?

All the seconds of life?

Cherish all the minutes.

It’s in those moments,

Memories are made,

Chances are taken,

Changes often happen.

Treasure every breath.

Celebrate each day.

Give thanks for your life.

Syllabic Verse

My grand-daughter messaged me today to tell me I have lived 27,365 days so far! Where did all those days go?

It seems a lot longer when you view your life as days rather than years!

It’s pretty amazing to think about, and so inspired the thoughts for this poem.