Gumball #33 Cloud Stories & Lizard Tails
Steeplechase
he points to the sky
the place of you and I
washboard memories
grass stain pants
skinned knees
and ponytails
clouds share our stories
the wind whispers
I love you
there will come a time
to chase after you again
fill our pockets with stars
point out the pointless
have some silly fun
for now I shall listen to the wind
watch the clouds roll by
Marjorie Pezzoli - Photo Paul Brookes
It is amazing how one image can invoke so many memories. I have witnessed many signs in the clouds from my daughter, Alyssa. It is a different form of communication and inspiration that make the unbearable - bearable.
Mike Speriosu, is a poet who I appreciate. He posed a question that stayed with me, of course his photograph caught my attention.
Right Now
How long is now? How brief is eternity?
The “Right Now” is finding those moments that make one’s day. Small moments can be like pearls you string together to create a beautiful necklace.
Yes, some days can be extra hard, and feel like an eternity. The necklace gets ripped off, pearls fly everywhere. I take a deep breathe, pick up the pieces, and look for more.
My husband has been helping me restring this necklace for 11 years since our daughter, Alyssa, departed this earthly realm.
Poetry is one of those pearls for me
I discovered this poem by Todd Dillard, “New Grief”
He gave me permission to share this piece. He is an author and works in academia.
Now I know it is that dam tail! 💔🦎❤️🩹
Stay well, til next week - Marjorie
Oof isn’t this the truth.
Thank you so much for all you do, Marjorie.