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Whose Recital?

Poetry, Parenting, Nature, Imitation, Coaching

We learn by imitation
from the time we are conceived
to the time we die
we recite our words and thoughts
and in most cases
these things frame our lives

Most take on the whispers
that has floated into their ears
as a guiding principle for their lives
and when those whispers
are the drippings of a venomous mind
what happens to the child being fed?

Whose recital are you listening to?

© Jacqueline

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Irresistible Sunset…

No two sunsets are the same and I am always drawn to look at the beautiful strokes and hues of orange and yellow that it paints the sky. No matter how many times I’ve seen the sun set, my spirit still hums in contentment when gazing at that gorgeous shiny ball hanging up there. Even when driving, sometimes I pull over and take it all in because it disappears within the hour.

Sunset, Beautiful, Nature

Sunsets are proof that no matter what happens, every day can end beautifully – Kristen Butler

Sunsets, beautiful, nature

Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Silhouette, Sunset, Skyscape

In a thousand years, I can never get tired of looking at sunsets and the silhouettes that it paints – Jacqueline

Sunset, skyscape, architecture, art and nature

Sunsets like childhood are viewed with wonder, not just because they are beautiful, but because they are fleeting – Richard Paul Evans

sunset, night sky

When I stare at the blush of the sky from the kiss of the Sun set, I know a deep satisfaction in me and thank God for having lived through another blessed day. Jacqueline

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Beneath All The Shimmer…

Stars, Shimmer, Celebrity, Success, Life, Poetry

To most who look,
stars shimmer all the time
with finesse and success,
but beneath the glamour
lie lonely hearts
struggling to know themselves.

©

Jacqueline

Check out my latest book ‘Unbridled.’

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Foggy Mind’s Eye…


road, fog, mist, tomorrow, future, going forward

Sometimes,

when I stretch my mind’s eye

to see my future

it looks foggy and far-fetched

into tomorrow,

but I hold on to the compass

of my dreams.

©

Jacqueline

I wrote this poem for my work-in-progress third poetry book, then I saw the Daily post prompt ‘foggy’ and I couldn’t resist pulling it out and sharing it here.