We run with passion,/
headlong toward each other. The/
crash merges our souls.
We run with passion,/
headlong toward each other. The/
crash merges our souls.
To be a poet,/
to wield words wonderfully,/
is awe inspiring.
Sometimes we must gaze/
through another’s lens to see/
our own true beauty.
Moments of awe: Suns /
set. Moons rise. You touch me. Oft,/
I can find no words.
It’s ironic how,/
in the Great Basin, Christ’s church/
is full of judging.
My niece has a Facebook page and website called “The Shine Project”. (also at www.myshineproject.com). Today she asked readers to comment on what we were doing to “Be the Change We Want to See in the World”. In response, I wrote this summary of what I’d done to “Be the Change”. Then I improv’d this blogging rhyming haiku:
This morning I wrote (again) in my blog (cyranowriter.wordpress.com). Since the Inauguration, when I started my goal of writing a prose or poem thought a day, I’ve written more than 2500 pieces. I’ve discovered my voice. More importantly, I’ve helped others “Shine” by encouraging them to discover THEIR writing and creative voices.
You have your own voice./
Today, and daily, make the/
choice. Have your words heard.
OR
make the/
choice to have it heard.