S P O T L I G H T

SPOTLIGHT

When I was awake this night
at one, two or so
The room was lit like day,
It shouldn’t be, at
One, two or three or so.

Hesitant I walked to another room
opened the curtains and saw;
A blindingly shining moon.
Haven’t seen it like that before.

Its light gave me a feeling that
my house and street were singled out
By the Spotlight from above;
Never seen the moon so strong.

Did it twist just a tad
as to reflect more light from the sun.

Was the spotlight there so we can see,
See where we are heading on our planet.
Make us step with awareness and care.

c/ miriam ivarson

Mystic Gauze

Mystic Gauze

They say it is freezing fog today
yet through my window I see mystic gauze,
coloured in softest pink;
Surely from the sun behind.

It seems that each time the light shines,
our hearts take flight.

I wonder if the birds freeze?

Indoors a Christmas Rose shines
lit by the sun,
warming hearts, spreading smiles.
A gift to us all.

Wrapping some presents I hum
Yet, realize the best this year
is unwrappable.

The gift of protecting our fellow man
and ourselves,
So we can all meet again.

More caring than ever before.

© miriam ivarson

R e j o i c e

Starflower

R e j o i c e 

Stars from the night sky
Shine joyfully in plant pot
Sky and Earth rejoice.

©miriam ivarson

 

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So it was, this cool autumn morning I learn
that even in the smallest lies greatness.
Quietly and persistently telling about beauty,
about love and and peace.
How just to be, be who we are.

 

MEADOW GIRL

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MEADOW  GIRL

Your eyes shine bright like rays of morning sun,
your smile sweet as soft rain on summer grass.
How I dream to behold you each day;
Maybe taste those lips with time.

I saw you again this morning in the meadow field,
arms stretched, greeting the sun;
Maybe I could write her a verse, I thought
Although I am no Shakespeare, Donne or Keats.

So I walked down the bluff, to the sea
picked seashells and stones in many colours,
they were exquisite and shone in the light;
I placed them all in a big leaf.

With courage I walked to the Meadow girl and said;
My name is John, would you please accept this gift,
so simple, only pebbles and shells.
They each shine like you.

Thank you John, said the meadow girl,
Would you please sit for a while.

© miriam ivarson

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