It’s raining so hard that all the windows shudder with delight. — Annette Marie Smith
Summer Sea is a goddess
with limbs of copper and brown.
Gold from dread pirate’s loot
is braided into the nets of her hair.
Goldfish dart like lightning bugs
and koi fly like kites at her side.
The seas rise and fall, billow, swirl,
like sails on storm-tossed ships
whose figureheads chant old sea songs
with night lips painted red.
The salt and the spray are rosaries
for the mermaids who use them to pray
to Summer Sea goddess,
always the same prayer
that Summer Sea goddess will stay.
— Annette Marie Smith
He sat on his ice mountain and surveyed all within his view and he knew, he knew, there were far off places with strange flowers and different stars. There were breezes whose acquaintance he had yet to make and waters deep with secrets in hidden forest pools. There was moonlight that fell in showers, like rain, instead of curling down in ribbons of silver. There was a selfish sun that would trade one small spark of fire for every whisker he owned and his tail too! He surveyed all he knew for one more long luxurious moment before unfurling the wings — of his imagination — and leaping into the air. — Annette Marie Smith
Happy Father’s Day to all the women out there who, like myself, had to be both mother AND father to their child(ren).
Happy Father’s Day to the storybook perfect dads AND the ones who are not storybook perfect but who are heroes for feeding their flaws to the pit of responsibility and stepping up and DOING.
Happy Father’s Day to all the dads who have gone on to other worlds but who have left their fingerprints tattooed on our faces (his eyes, his hair, his nose) our selves (his humor, his temper, his wit) and our hearts (his love, his love, his love).
Happy Father’s Day to all the fatherless daughters and sons out there because if he was a good man he left some of that goodness for you and if he was not a good man, sometimes you are BETTER OFF without that particular father. So Happy Father’s Day.
Happy Father’s Day to you and to me and to all of us who love or hate or miss or don’t miss our dads because we are here in part because of them and so Happy Father’s Day to one and all, to you and you and you.
❤ Friday is here to set you free. ❤
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Small acts of kindness and compassion are microcosms of connectivity and healing, small spheres of goodness that, when arrayed in the scheme of consequences, grow in size to equal their true significance — they mean the world, these small graces, to their recipients. — Bonum Mundi, Annette Marie Smith
like sheets tangled around my feet
you pull those sheets up and over us
with your teeth.
the night has become a private tent
for us to wander with hands and tongue beneath
the arch of sky dark with desire
what aurora borealis we!
what way we lose ourselves upon
beneath the wind tossed trees!
— dream poem, Annette Marie Smith