Showing posts with label my poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, February 26, 2017

The First Day


The First Day
by Shelley Hepler

She was without form and void,
A mere whisper of smoke on the wind.

Stripped of weeds, knots, and tares,
Her heart was naked and bare.
Dark tendrils teased free,
Clumps loosed to fine soil.
Rocks gathered, tossed.
Boulders freed by much sweat and heaving.

She is without form and void.
God said, Let there be light.

And, it was so.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

A little bird told me

Daily Gratitude


Today I'm shining because I'm thankful for:
  • Intermittent rays of sunshine. While bright lovely days of brilliant sunshine are my preference. I find I'm especially thankful for the times the light peaks through dark, stormy clouds. 
  • Check-in calls. It's a comfort when a friend calls just to see how I am. The thoughtfulness makes me happy.
  • Mad Men Season 6 Premier. Ok, I admit it, I'm a junkie. And I tell you, I've been waiting for foreEEeevVer! for this night. It better be worth it! 

A Little Bird Told Me
by Shelley Hepler

Today I found half of robin’s eggshell,
Still moist from its occupant.
My heart quaked at the astonishing blue.
Its mesmerizing hue compelled me
To madly search for the other half.
Digging and scratching and grumbling served no purpose,
The errant half was not to be found.
That color, that form, it must be made whole!
When I stopped my rustling,
A little bird voice played on my ear.
There was the true beauty, new life, a new beginning.
In my palm I crushed the shell
And blew the fragments into the wind.


Image: Robin's Egg Blue by Kathleen Kendall