Posted in February 2019, Syllabic Verse

Count The Days

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.

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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.

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Posted in January 2019, Syllabic Verse

Pink Path

Pink Feather on sidewalk

A pink feather in my path

I know not from whence it came

Some say it’s from an angel

Or perhaps pink flamingo

Neither makes sense to me

Tis a pinkish mystery

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Today I happened to see this pink feather just laying right in the middle of the sidewalk. No pink flamingos around, or angels or kids wearing Indian Headdresses or Pink Boas, so it’s a curiosity. I am keeping it for a bookmark 🙂

Posted in January 2019, Syllabic Verse

Someday-One Day

Martin Luther King Jr.

We are still dreaming

We are still rising

We are still trying

To live the creed

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“I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: ‘We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.’
— Martin Luther King, Jr., “I Have a Dream,” delivered August 28, 1963

Posted in January 2019, Syllabic Verse

Dead End

Original photo digitized in Go Art
©️2019 LeonasLines original photo digitized in GoArt

Making unwise choices

Following blind guides

Leads to securing

Path of broken dreams

Do not remain there

Turn around, go back

Gather scattered pieces

To recreate your dreams

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