Category: poetry

Sea Glass Mosaic

Published on by Danielle Dayney15 Comments

you.

you are a seaglass mosaic.

don’t be fearful of your imperfections. they are what make you.

i know the resiliency of your skin is being tested. a seemingly never-ending current of depression is sweeping up, splashing the places you’ve reassembled many times.

let the wave reflect your courage rather than shadow your beauty. stand strong. let it wash over you. embrace the tide rather than bracing for it.

your finish will crack. maybe even break. but it’s okay. each crack represents new wisdom and love for life. each break will expose a new facet of your Self.

let sadness rinse away anything unnecessary, leaving only the important pieces.

after the tide, pick up what’s left, rebuild, and glisten in the sun once more.

photo courtesy of Seth Doyle/Stocksnap.io

Our Masterpiece 

Published on by Danielle Dayney16 Comments

Baby?

Will you paint me a picture?

Give me red first. Like lust. Then love, and sometimes anger, but always finish with love again. Orange for pumpkins during our favorite season, Detroit Tigers, and the street cone I tossed out of our nineteenth-floor window. Show me yellow like the sun at Coney Island and the hair of the first little girl I wanted to have. Green like the lawn I prayed we would one day own, and I suppose your favorite football team, too. Blues like the ocean in St. Thomas and tears I’ve cried, both good and bad. Purple for the flowers you bought me that one year.

Remember those?

Shadow and shade the death and sadness, because our lives have had that, too.

And please don’t forget gold for the ring that sparkles on my finger, and white for the dress the day I said, “I do”.

Baby? Paint our picture of forever.

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In the Woods

Published on by Danielle Dayney11 Comments

Your distinguished oak trees shelter me from raging storms, still

the darkness between I fear.

 

Photo courtesy of Artur Rukowski/Unsplash

Mustard Seed

Published on by Danielle Dayney20 Comments

I found mustard seed today, and remembered to let faith soar.

If it can be found there in seeds, then it can be found in war.

 

Photo courtesy of Pixabay

Salutations

Published on by Danielle Dayney25 Comments

Out your mouth, exhale

Cancer, violence, and death. Into chaturanga, progress.

Let your chest rise in cobra. Inhale.

 

Let breath out like a steady dragon. Inhale.

Downward dog. Fingers and toes pressed firmly to earth. Exhale.

Take in the dawn of tomorrow like the warmth of coffee. Progress.

 

Pro-gress.

Empty your lungs. Right foot forward in crescent. Inhale.

Left foot forward and bend at the hips. Exhale.

 

Breathe. Lengthen spine and reach for the skies above. Exhale.

Stand on the edge of the new year, arms outstretched for hope, love, and progress.

Palms together in prayer. Through your nose, inhale.

 

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Winter

Published on by Danielle Dayney12 Comments

Chill permeates the frost-covered grass

And bare trees rustle quietly.

Grey skies loom, threatening war

And wind slices your breath

When it leaves your lips.

A snowflake falls.

Zip your coat,

Winter’s

Here.

 

Photo courtesy of Paul Green at Unsplash

Tick, Tock

Published on by Danielle Dayney13 Comments

Seconds slowly slip through fingers

Time ticks by, it’s lost forever

Blood has spilt and still it lingers

Seconds slowly slip through fingers

Tomorrow is our last endeavor

Seconds slowly slip through fingers

Time ticks by, it’s lost forever

 

Photo by Heather Zabriskie