Secret To Tell

I have a secret to tell

I heard something

The other day

It was about friendship

And boxes

The said item

Was that most people

(or so they say)

Have friends who

Look, Act, and Are Like

The person they are friends with

…growing up as a military brat

I learned early on

My friends are my friends

Because of our shared

Experiences, likes/dislikes, background

but maybe something deeper

Because we care about

One another and inspire/support each other

Sure we have differences and disagreements

We also may not agree on things

But deep down, we love one another

Even when we want to take a moment

For it is healthy to have time to breathe

And still end up sharing Love Forward

Along this joyney we all live

~Pauline Harris

Twinkling Stars

Twinkling Stars

By Pauline Harris

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Walking outside

Into the moonlit night

Softly gazing to and fro

Seeing sparkles catching

My vision of the vastness

Surrounding me way up high

I look to see Orion over there

And a Dipper that way

My eyes squeeze and squint

Adjusting envision beyond

Beyond the normal scope

Movement is there

Ever so slightly

A blink of the eye

And now to create

Upon my canvas

A glimpse of what

I saw and care to share

With the world

If only the world

Cares to see beyond

A Raindrop Is More

A raindrop

Collected

Together

Forming

A puddle.

Each drop

Creating

Ripples

Influencing

And impacting

One another.

All becoming

One fluid

Working

Together

To create

Some greater

Than the one

Tiny raindrop.

By Pauline Harris

Nine Eleven Remembered

Nine Eleven Remembered

By Pauline Harris

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The start of a normal day

Until…

The unspeakable occurred

***

Before this date

Planes were planes

Innocence lost

As the planes

Were used

***

A few set forth

On a mission that day

To change the world

***

And briefly, they did

***

We all looked up

To see

The horrors unfold

***

Unfathomable

And yet real

***

Unbelievable

As they took place

Before our eyes

***

Frozen in time

Ash falling

Deep in ash

Everywhere

***

So many perished

No trace left behind

***

Gone in an instant

Just ashes remain

***

A child cried out

Looking for a parent

Someone asked the child

To look around

And point out the parent

***

The child looked and looked

And said, ‘They all look

The same. All the people

Look the same.’

***

Briefly all the people

Covered in ash, looked alike

***

We came together

United as one

Time Was Lost

Time Was Lost

By Pauline Harris

***

We had agreed to meet

Here on the beach

Those many years ago

Our paths were not meant

To meet again, this day

We were never again to meet

For what we had was gone

The waves had washed

The memories away

Taking with them

Any hope of love

***

I came this day

To the beach

To claim myself

Free of you

***

But here you are

Waiting for me

To hold me tight

In those arms

***

I am afraid

Of my love for you

Is still strong

And can I trust you

***

Once you left me

All alone, abandoned

Now, you are here

Asking me to return

To our shared love

***

Can I forgive

And move on

With you

Or without you

The choice is mine

And I will let you know

What I decide

***

Goodbye for now

***

* * * This poem was inspired by a photo of someone on the beach.

Hugs

Hugs

***

Once upon a time, there used to be this tradition of connecting together by placing arms around another. They called this tradition ‘hugs’. Hugs were special in they told so much without saying one word. Alas, we do have hope to one day return to the hug custom. Until then please take this short story as my hug across the globe to you….by Pauline Harris

Listening

Listening By Pauline Harris

Do we listen to respond with disconnect? or to understand and find some common ground?…are we so far apart from each other we cannot come together at all? Yes, we are all different/unique. We do have commonalities. These are roots we can build upon or destroy…it is our choice.

A Moment of Solitude

A Moment of Solitude
By Pauline Harris
* * *
Sitting quietly
In the stillness
Of this moment
…
The trees rustling
As the wind whispers
Quietly softly
Tender echoes
Of memories
Long since passed
…
I reach out
Trying to grasp
One memory
…
Alas, it is gone
…
Looking around
At all the trees
Surrounding me,
Every corner
…
The roots beneath me
Growing strong
And sturdy
Holding all above
With strength
And complexity
…
The trunk of the tree
Supporting me as I lean
…
Branches overhead
Providing shade
…
As the tree breathes
Oxygen flows through the air
Providing me breaths
…
And I return my gratitude
While breathing out
And also tenderly
Caring for the roots,
The trunk, and branches
…
Helping each other
Where we are
Together growing