Good morning. Welcome to poetry day on the blog. On Wednesday, we have a Blue Moon. It’s not actually blue, it’s just the name for the rare occurence of two full moons in one month. The second full moon in any one month is called a blue moon. Make a wish, and put it into poem form today. Once in a blue moon, wishes do come true, in the most magical of ways. Here is my poem for today:
The Sunday stillness feeds my soul,
The quiet sunlit room hears only an occasional
sigh from a tired, warm, rug of a dog, bathing in the light.
The plants outside of the window slightly sway,
to the gentle rhythm of an imperceptible breeze,
it all creates the peaceful symphony of tranquility,
that I soak in: pure, satiating nourishment for my spirit.
I hear my soul chanting: All is well. All is well. All is well.
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.