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Poetry

Each Day

May each day

bring each heart

a brand new shining sun.

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Poetry

Neat and Tidy

She came in a neat and tidy box.

Most of them did.

Until they opened the box

and life began.

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Inspiration

Yayah! WOOT!

And just so the lot of you know:

THIS

will be the

BEST damn year

of

ALL

our lives.

(This blog post was proudly brought to you by the soul cleansing- complete and utter dork making- power of the full moon in Pisces.)

Yayah! Woot!

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Poetry

Flight

Her flight

was sweet.

And every bit as magical

as the hummingbird

sipping honeysuckle

beside her.

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Poetry

Permission

The song of this heart

sings

without

permission.

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Poetry

All The Lovely Things

If I were a forest,

there would be afternoon sun

slicing through my trees.

And little white rabbits

would hop along the way

between the daisies

and the rushing river

and I would know

this was the sweetest day.

If I were a forest,

I would be home.

For me.

And for all the lovely things.

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Fable

Perfect Mirrors

Sun and Moon sat beneath the willow tree, a picnic for two: a beautiful picture of one. Moon shining white on the river. Sun splaying gold on the rippling blue.

‘I miss you, Moon,’ said Sun, as he sipped tea and watched a fish flip into the glistening air above the river.

‘But I’m right here, Sun,’ smiled Moon, ‘And I’m always always in your heart.’

‘Well, why do I miss you, then? When you’re gone, why do I miss you so damn much?’

‘You don’t miss me, Sun. You miss you.’

‘Now you’re just being silly,’ said Sun as he tossed a rock into the river with a plump old splash.

‘It’s true,’ Moon smiled the glorious smile of all the world. ‘Have you not noticed, Sun, that when we laugh together you laugh just as much at yourself as you do me?’

‘Umm, I’ve not quite thought of it that way.’

‘And have you thought that maybe your love for me, is actually here to show you what your love for you looks like?

‘Moon?’

‘Yes, Sun?’

‘I love me an awful lot, don’t I?’

‘Yes Sun, you do,’ Sun and his sweet silence fell around her like the warmest hug.

Best friends, perfect mirrors.

There to help each other light the world.

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Poetry

The Rose

I wrote this poem for the beautiful father of my children, today.

I wrote it on a white sheet of paper, using a fine tip pink pen and I left it beside a jar of soft pink roses on the kitchen counter. Then I snuck out of his house, with a smile, wondering what he might think when he discovered it. ☺️

I’m sharing this moment with you all because I believe beautiful moments are a gift to be cherished. I hope you do, too. ☺️

I also believe it’s important to share beautiful moments in the hopes of inspiring more beautiful moments in the world. And heaven knows we need that right now.

So much love, my beautiful bloggy friends.

Give the love hearts, always.

No matter who, no matter what. xx ❤️

xx Brooke

The Rose

Life is like the sweetest rose.

Layer by layer,

it reveals its true beauty.

In its own time

it opens

and becomes

everything

it was always meant to be.

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Poetry

Searching

It is the softest kiss

lingering within a dream.

A wish of the soul to be held.

Arms that lay bare.

Eyes on a wall.

It is quiet, it is searching

all around

for you,

my love,

for you.

And what if the day of you

arrives in my arms?

Will my soul shout

yes

I know it is you!

like it sweetly shouted

once before?

Will it be love, my love?

Will it be you?

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Poetry

She

She wished for peace

and love.

And dance parties.

In the kitchen.