Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence


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Tiny

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You may be feeling very small and insignificant right now, powerless even
You matter and you have a voice
Don’t give up hope
Don’t give up
Don’t give up
Don’t give up…

Tiny golden jewels
Sparkle in cold winter light
Wild beach rose

Your time to blossom will come
Spring thaw around the corner

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #218: Tiny


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The Point


A point of light
For a dark night and rough seas
No longer shines

We should all strive to be more Charlie. He was a true force of nature. RIP my friend.

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #215: Point

 


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Ashes

Ashes
Shattered into a billion tiny pieces
S
cattered in the wind as ripples shift
Along the vast expanse of time
Giving the illusion of super novas
Twinkling in the afterlife

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #212: Expanse and #213: Illusions


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Mothers

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A uniting force
Keeping mewlings safe and sound
Neighborhood mothers

While I was lucky to have been raised by an incredible mother, I was also privileged to have grown up in a neighborhood of warrior mothers. I had a sense of a sound safety net. That I would never go hungry. My skinned knee would be immediately doused in Bactine in front of whichever house I crashed my bike. A snow day meant making the rounds of homes for hot chocolate in between hours of sledding or skating. Some mother was always looking out for me -or relaying inappropriate behavior if warranted. Born during the depression, that generation of mothers had a rough childhood so they made sure we didn’t. Almost all the warrior mothers of my childhood are gone now as that generation fades into fond memories.

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge: Mothers.