tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21015784348440864182024-03-04T22:32:50.935-08:00the wandering gypsypoetry, thoughts and ponderings of a wandering in this worldstormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.comBlogger449125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-61466638981760033372023-11-26T20:11:00.000-08:002023-11-26T20:11:10.997-08:00the deep moment <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKzALlL-ARJRCpmBvOjkEMoeuIWVjg8sB1rb2oT7FvCsUHOoHaUxRIboUdXaizuENDwKA3SRqEl2TxJhTZ3qQpHOYqFWQPjQkRMHHgxXCWMfMqIjbnjRgu_G_HBMgJNIDIvtLhIcSwRbvzJVy_B-VNjRgbpaxYyXDnpzWwqcd5pJz31GD0VOnDT_eNsGV/s4032/IMG_2120.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKzALlL-ARJRCpmBvOjkEMoeuIWVjg8sB1rb2oT7FvCsUHOoHaUxRIboUdXaizuENDwKA3SRqEl2TxJhTZ3qQpHOYqFWQPjQkRMHHgxXCWMfMqIjbnjRgu_G_HBMgJNIDIvtLhIcSwRbvzJVy_B-VNjRgbpaxYyXDnpzWwqcd5pJz31GD0VOnDT_eNsGV/s320/IMG_2120.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />who knows the light <p></p><p>that fills your eyes </p><p>when through the trees </p><p>by moon surprised</p><p><br /></p><p>or how the lines</p><p>that grace your lips </p><p>grow deeper as</p><p>each cup you sip</p><p><br /></p><p>whose voice can wake</p><p>your sleeping soul </p><p>or make you laugh </p><p>without control </p><p><br /></p><p>who hears you when </p><p>the day is done </p><p>the ups and downs </p><p>the race you’ve run </p><p><br /></p><p>the shallow steps </p><p>you take each day </p><p>add up to much </p><p>deep in your way</p><p><br /></p><p>who finds you there </p><p>and holds you close </p><p>content to be </p><p>who loves you most </p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-44977995620954115522023-09-18T19:06:00.006-07:002023-09-18T19:06:32.631-07:00scars<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_RXwmLPareQhddkhcmZ5FH5KfOBVSF_KQ6P80SzO6HDE2y-cYJxquAeb3gVp9BDiK3WC6iDhwGKSvQUrTlqyWMqFrfOEUZ5qUzNU_K7j9Ud9vFNoirg-HLGLlLQUG24WcElhh8LWWKawU6qfmqc7sJ6ddFl6H7HBWKyyhpXGfqKqGRiCW7i1x5Use86F/s4032/IMG_1921.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_RXwmLPareQhddkhcmZ5FH5KfOBVSF_KQ6P80SzO6HDE2y-cYJxquAeb3gVp9BDiK3WC6iDhwGKSvQUrTlqyWMqFrfOEUZ5qUzNU_K7j9Ud9vFNoirg-HLGLlLQUG24WcElhh8LWWKawU6qfmqc7sJ6ddFl6H7HBWKyyhpXGfqKqGRiCW7i1x5Use86F/s320/IMG_1921.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>my finger traces the lines </p><p>broken flesh sewn together</p><p>signs of healing never forgotten</p><p>no longer smooth</p><p>skin once soft and supple</p><p>now split by a jagged line</p><p>interrupted peace roughly torn</p><p>but stronger now</p><p>a bit of broken glass</p><p>a curious toddler's reach</p><p>now a white streak on a pink palm</p><p>remember when</p><p>longer wider shows one</p><p>tracing the shoulder blade straight</p><p>marks of a surgeon's skill and care</p><p>diseases battled</p><p>hidden from my keen touch</p><p>deeper lie the unseen breaks</p><p>whispered words that burn like fire</p><p>just yesterday</p><p>I marvel looking close</p><p>between the cracks I see now</p><p>a light come shining through my scars</p><p>becoming glory</p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-40561672050681242732023-09-06T09:11:00.000-07:002023-09-06T09:11:06.376-07:00anon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqYRlKkicO7ZP1dnme2Gh7iLAWE33GAjV4TrdBtGsBYLb7zVOA5N2xb0B8WB4O3Gup3ClVkYm4mJIrT-ZDOyGjuRklpSAsnnLYMRVODmRHLW6Sop_1ZmcGScK_U_FVurOtYaNFnxLJnYNlc7sn0CalhjaZ0t1LUqOAM0t0eN-sznL3p17IK0Skn2D2mPB5/s4032/IMG_1911.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqYRlKkicO7ZP1dnme2Gh7iLAWE33GAjV4TrdBtGsBYLb7zVOA5N2xb0B8WB4O3Gup3ClVkYm4mJIrT-ZDOyGjuRklpSAsnnLYMRVODmRHLW6Sop_1ZmcGScK_U_FVurOtYaNFnxLJnYNlc7sn0CalhjaZ0t1LUqOAM0t0eN-sznL3p17IK0Skn2D2mPB5/s320/IMG_1911.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>your face across the crowded room<div>unexpectedly there</div><div>a peaceful walk among the trees</div><div>where I expected storms</div><div>my heart leaps I move to greet</div><div>a thought stops me anon</div><div>I am mistaken</div><div>like the warm sun on my face</div><div>comforting like a lazy summer day</div><div>until the chill autumn winds</div><div>belie its pleasant dream</div><div>something in a stranger's eyes</div><div>the echo of your gaze</div><div>I miss you</div><div>could I stop the shortening days</div><div>the mix of love and loss</div><div>season following empty season</div><div>without you near to me</div><div>my smile like fading daylight</div><div>greets each passing visage</div><div>masking lingering heartache</div><div>as years stretch on and on</div>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-21757475415087507952023-08-09T19:28:00.000-07:002023-08-09T19:28:21.009-07:00wrinkling time <p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIiACueW6pax27TcLvVe3KtZFdrNQz_oYKWn1liDmNcrT3GgoGrJrmn8OlH9nL1Q27dEy6oxaO8V0qP-4QZfnISpp9IZUFgjbgEM4sACp4TCMcyvDzu9c-oudvm2Y4i2DBdem4s1gfQZMyUhsBDrk83Npt2VccUnXiFHqfR_OAMZfONW3xrPNQooKxNOT6/s2048/5FABB96F-0ACC-45BE-A60F-B8333AF20B00.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIiACueW6pax27TcLvVe3KtZFdrNQz_oYKWn1liDmNcrT3GgoGrJrmn8OlH9nL1Q27dEy6oxaO8V0qP-4QZfnISpp9IZUFgjbgEM4sACp4TCMcyvDzu9c-oudvm2Y4i2DBdem4s1gfQZMyUhsBDrk83Npt2VccUnXiFHqfR_OAMZfONW3xrPNQooKxNOT6/s320/5FABB96F-0ACC-45BE-A60F-B8333AF20B00.jpeg" width="240" /></a></span></div><span class="s1"><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">It's been a while</span></span><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">Since I first saw</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">The hope you bring</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">The view you draw</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">I'm older now</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">The aches are more</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">It's hard to dream</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">Of what's in store</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">But something stirs</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">Within your eyes</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">All that could be</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">I long to try</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">Misshapen bent</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">But no mistake</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">Someone special</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">You say you'll take</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">Through many worlds</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">Each path a chance</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">I'll take one more</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">Learn one new dance</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">You take the lead</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">Show me the way</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">I'll follow true</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">To this new day</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">The secret wins</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">It keeps me strong</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">Love binds my heart</span></span></div><div><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: arial;">Where I belong</span></span></div><div><div><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p></div></div>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-5211112055813337332023-07-07T20:31:00.001-07:002023-07-07T20:31:44.945-07:00turning time <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6STf-ElE_lGTmJzZBRTbf943DNrBYnJvnEC1O73MxE-O-JfI3tU2FNWt68TbuxtnGmAerq9nm_p5jD7lUBd2o-gUSc7ttegOk4UGN9Y-JsCvtEHHq3x4ABUL2xpF4W4fOvTCroa4cJurzkNwYizPjtzdfp3YKcY8OhM_TYOQBT3eUZeWM7bnj6KBd2PGO/s4032/09A0C942-A1E1-4748-899A-DECEC635F061.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6STf-ElE_lGTmJzZBRTbf943DNrBYnJvnEC1O73MxE-O-JfI3tU2FNWt68TbuxtnGmAerq9nm_p5jD7lUBd2o-gUSc7ttegOk4UGN9Y-JsCvtEHHq3x4ABUL2xpF4W4fOvTCroa4cJurzkNwYizPjtzdfp3YKcY8OhM_TYOQBT3eUZeWM7bnj6KBd2PGO/s320/09A0C942-A1E1-4748-899A-DECEC635F061.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />I sat outside your window <div>and hoped the light would glow </div><div>without a cry</div><div>life’s passing by</div><div>and like the day it goes </div><div><br /></div><div>through winter’s silent hours </div><div>and spring’s precocious way</div><div>my heart has ached </div><div>as if she’d break </div><div>to know what you would say </div><div><br /></div><div>the zephyr warmed my face </div><div>as summer ushered in </div><div>long days of fun </div><div>beneath the sun </div><div>before fall rains begin </div><div><br /></div><div>each season keeps on passing </div><div>like seaweed on the sea </div><div>beneath the crash </div><div>that’s roaring past </div><div>my heart longs just to be </div><div><br /></div><div>I know it’s not forever </div><div>as moments pass me by </div><div>I’ll shed a tear</div><div>but stay right here </div><div>you’ll someday heed my cry</div><div><br /></div><div>the window near my head</div><div>will finally open wide </div><div>I’ll see your face </div><div>feel your embrace </div><div>and know that peace inside </div><div><br /></div><div>so though the shade is down </div><div>as nighttime follows day</div><div>incline your ear</div><div>and reappear </div><div>to drive the dark away </div>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-14459138362367702192023-06-12T10:47:00.001-07:002023-06-12T10:47:36.219-07:00subtext <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCnCzxWSPbZjUBqajscXVP2PNiwoq9SDr_3nccpZqbrLr8Oupf2tOmG3wuCnAaifPEc464LKT5th8Evhz2PFA4gXVYpD7LOsXGGGiveL7pnWcjkHYsgEIyHuoLaby38BP3UKesMJNyXdtUiTeTZq4BQj5Xyrr8FmCcAzT4Txvlog5blu40QC4hyhdgpA/s4032/IMG_1480.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCnCzxWSPbZjUBqajscXVP2PNiwoq9SDr_3nccpZqbrLr8Oupf2tOmG3wuCnAaifPEc464LKT5th8Evhz2PFA4gXVYpD7LOsXGGGiveL7pnWcjkHYsgEIyHuoLaby38BP3UKesMJNyXdtUiTeTZq4BQj5Xyrr8FmCcAzT4Txvlog5blu40QC4hyhdgpA/s320/IMG_1480.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> a thousand words <p></p><p>we paint a scene </p><p>professing knowledge </p><p>by other means </p><p>than face to face </p><p>one to another </p><p>we’d rather not try</p><p>and keep our brother</p><p>who stands apart </p><p>outside our touch </p><p>because we fear</p><p>it’d be too much </p><p>to let him close </p><p>give him free choice </p><p>the risky option </p><p>to hear his voice </p><p>and find he might </p><p>think differently </p><p>would rock the core</p><p>of you and me</p><p>so safe we stay</p><p>in our glass shell</p><p>and prattle on</p><p>the words we tell </p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-81100156188736699372023-04-27T16:44:00.004-07:002023-04-27T16:44:33.107-07:00early blooms <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIQtooC7kItyd7twZntmWlHpTG_sIF7lX2fXL7SZ77bVsT-ZVP7k2s2h2ER9P6xmrVpekUpMtVvAOqWMrU_HYP8x4j6jLfgfQ5E_8DlSgpiQZEchDD9B_OVdC3xRsML0Ql98CsRlXjyQMs6MwFC-rrAZmG31lpg-XLCIfz2P4U2hEkLhTi9xg0IIYEg/s4032/E5F97F79-C4A1-44E9-B0DA-E97E27692BE6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIQtooC7kItyd7twZntmWlHpTG_sIF7lX2fXL7SZ77bVsT-ZVP7k2s2h2ER9P6xmrVpekUpMtVvAOqWMrU_HYP8x4j6jLfgfQ5E_8DlSgpiQZEchDD9B_OVdC3xRsML0Ql98CsRlXjyQMs6MwFC-rrAZmG31lpg-XLCIfz2P4U2hEkLhTi9xg0IIYEg/s320/E5F97F79-C4A1-44E9-B0DA-E97E27692BE6.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />each petal like a drop of blood <p></p><p>floats gently on the surface </p><p>rocking to a silent song </p><p>in water’s soft embrace </p><p>the edges brown as moments pass </p><p>death steals the bright away </p><p>and though the sun shines bravely on </p><p>the sky begins to grey </p><p>alighting on one rusting drop</p><p>a bumblebee reposes</p><p>until the weight tips the scales </p><p>and the water overflows it</p><p>one by one through time and chance </p><p>the liquid conquers all</p><p>‘til all that stays are memories </p><p>of a blossom that did fall </p><p><br /></p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-57744641811631451122022-11-28T20:15:00.001-08:002022-11-28T20:15:13.371-08:00strings of lights <p>I come around a corner </p><p>and see a house aglow </p><p>the festive lights of gold and green </p><p>a sudden joy bestow</p><p><br /></p><p>Though dark may be the night </p><p>and lost may seem the cause </p><p>when all my plans lie in the dust </p><p>demolished by their flaws </p><p><br /></p><p>A single flame can burn </p><p>and keep despair at bay </p><p>dispelling night with joyful light </p><p>and speed me on my way </p><p><br /></p><p>I smile this time of year </p><p>though clipped my wings may be </p><p>the colours cheer my way so drear</p><p>and shine when I can’t see </p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-44779148308078068442022-10-07T08:51:00.008-07:002022-10-07T08:51:56.902-07:00the journey’s end <p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1yXGZppsRdDdCZQ6z_hk_KEbbAKGkhciYRbuRWlqZ7f8UcADSAXBFjR4jKP4E3TLCb4xIC60eC3FXugWGlfymIcURSKtOGEkM3oMzxb9WOD0c526QzZIxhCq57EMNeHodFSiHG8wvA2mEn9tPejbRIyivjZCVrMLzDxAoids5kIqJsZ0BsCvxIuDlQ/s4032/848281DB-88D5-4668-B713-F0BA5A5FF09B.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1yXGZppsRdDdCZQ6z_hk_KEbbAKGkhciYRbuRWlqZ7f8UcADSAXBFjR4jKP4E3TLCb4xIC60eC3FXugWGlfymIcURSKtOGEkM3oMzxb9WOD0c526QzZIxhCq57EMNeHodFSiHG8wvA2mEn9tPejbRIyivjZCVrMLzDxAoids5kIqJsZ0BsCvxIuDlQ/s320/848281DB-88D5-4668-B713-F0BA5A5FF09B.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />From chilly grey Pacific waters the sand dollar emerged five weeks ago. Under sunny skies north of the 45th parallel it began its journey, riding long miles as summer gave way to autumn. It rode alongside rivers like the Snake cascading west, destined to join the vast sea it once called home, until it crested the great continental divide and saw the mighty Missouri and Mississippi flowing with others towards the sunrise. From dramatic rock outcroppings to endless rolling plains, it traversed the diverse land called United. Delving hundreds of feet underground it experienced the moist tunnels of the world’s longest cave system. Further on it climbed high in the Smokies and saw mile after mile of rolling green and blue mountains, so different from the snowcapped volcanic peaks near its coastal home. On a balmy October morning it finally embraced brilliant warm aqua waves, being swept out to the other shining sea in one final climactic moment—the poetic end of the journey of an imperfect sand dollar.<p></p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-78452024331569660612022-10-04T09:38:00.000-07:002022-10-04T09:38:03.229-07:00the mountains are calling <p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">sometimes a picture cannot begin </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">to capture the horizon </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">to wrap a frame around the sky</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">and trap the colour of life </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">growing green and dying golden </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">the misty ridges from blue to distant grey</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">rippling into the future like waves upon the sea</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">warm dappled rays dancing on the skin </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">the wind making tympanic music all around </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">rocky trails lead to hidden vistas</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">with air so clear it makes the heart ache </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">just to be is enough </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">let go of all the questions that remain </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">open wide arms outstretched in gratitude </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">today the gift of breath</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">the moment ripe for second chances </span></p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-52031504153937497962022-09-25T13:25:00.003-07:002022-09-25T13:25:58.857-07:00dark places <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Vh2UdZX8DrkrREoYMf11wuLcYxaAkHcVgqSs0xquwdar_sfgURN8SADWeQR6woE7DDIWtK8KhtXerZhxOFi0paISw_7DQzNCWTXph_L2scluayWXIawAdCTwJf1iJOh1wtaXwvPTg_qaGzuCVO1OljYWbASwKDzXL9V5r8aDNKj7H8CZKtUqRsYGdg/s4032/F725A595-B21C-4A9F-99F1-11EF9573B628.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Vh2UdZX8DrkrREoYMf11wuLcYxaAkHcVgqSs0xquwdar_sfgURN8SADWeQR6woE7DDIWtK8KhtXerZhxOFi0paISw_7DQzNCWTXph_L2scluayWXIawAdCTwJf1iJOh1wtaXwvPTg_qaGzuCVO1OljYWbASwKDzXL9V5r8aDNKj7H8CZKtUqRsYGdg/s320/F725A595-B21C-4A9F-99F1-11EF9573B628.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />home is dark <div>tons of blue green waters</div><div>pressing the disk into sands</div><div>that never see the light of day </div><div>but this is darkness </div><div>subterranean </div><div>no home for a sand dollar </div><div>silence unbroken </div><div>far from joyful dolphins </div><div>or somber whales </div><div>still creatures live here </div><div>friendly with the night </div><div>alien to a pilgrim </div><div>only passing through </div><div>a cave that goes on and on</div><div>larger than any on earth </div><div>full of rooms forgotten and found </div><div>once the abode of many waters </div><div>running to the sea</div><div>now only condensation remains </div><div>in mammoth caverns </div><div>under tons of loamy dirt</div><div>no home for light </div>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-39331479323040970972022-09-17T14:00:00.003-07:002022-09-17T14:00:18.356-07:00miles to go<p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">the miles roll into the thousands </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">as the asphalt ribbon ebbs and flows</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">waving fields of grass bend and bow</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">before the wind with few trees to break </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">silence lives in the middle of nowhere </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">heavy as the billowing clouds at dusk </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">testimony to words unspoken </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">a life unlived in exchange for endless sky</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">the promise of no walls to constrict </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">compensation for no arms to enfold</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">the plains keeps their secrets well</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">only a few know the allure and reward</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">of horizons that never disappoint</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">satisfaction in relentless labour </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">oblivion to restless millions captured </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">by the concrete prisons that are never still</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">stillness is a gateway to eternal peace </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">a glimpse of something yet to come </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">as the miles roll into the thousands </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpjMgytyl-hYKlykZc_W7JLSa8t9MgDIpUZ7uWZIgyTLzysUFMP0MbYtKldhsi3NxdiyU7MKt6EHplkS3G6r0hF-EtWYljePVuRkbWwKyx4TY05EgwEwV5_t_oT4obIvZKQcVBlG_0jvPC8X9EAVR6Hkwv1YdCK33REj92ok8rVlElOH6We9tD8D34Vw/s4032/D21F3D83-6306-4ACF-AC7B-385B680E4C7B.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpjMgytyl-hYKlykZc_W7JLSa8t9MgDIpUZ7uWZIgyTLzysUFMP0MbYtKldhsi3NxdiyU7MKt6EHplkS3G6r0hF-EtWYljePVuRkbWwKyx4TY05EgwEwV5_t_oT4obIvZKQcVBlG_0jvPC8X9EAVR6Hkwv1YdCK33REj92ok8rVlElOH6We9tD8D34Vw/s320/D21F3D83-6306-4ACF-AC7B-385B680E4C7B.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span><p></p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-79407643052964280092022-09-08T18:51:00.000-07:002022-09-08T18:51:04.603-07:00the Snake <p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">winding never still it flows</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">from eastern mountain valleys </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">through canyons depths </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">unparalleled in all the world </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">it curves and twists and springs</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">serpentine as its namesake </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">making its home with determination </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">through unforgiving terrain </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">until it dives holding nothing back </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">into the vast seas of endless waters </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">shedding the shores like skin</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">never to return the same way</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-7qn0q6Q1ItjwvFeNvak9W6utKKFiML7imXb25FE6W93JgGQSFMv3qtUhLXH4ZLfHYGtbvln7IOPmuyEe9bRHh9cvhcBK_74i38Y1mSftVBNtJQmvfGeYmi2LV2VUstKbSJ-GtAqATloLf2jagUnN5fIc85MbRCe6ZsUKErnFCj3E7ndVNx8HJaXVw/s4032/91474B60-31EB-4997-8147-1202C63E3B72.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-7qn0q6Q1ItjwvFeNvak9W6utKKFiML7imXb25FE6W93JgGQSFMv3qtUhLXH4ZLfHYGtbvln7IOPmuyEe9bRHh9cvhcBK_74i38Y1mSftVBNtJQmvfGeYmi2LV2VUstKbSJ-GtAqATloLf2jagUnN5fIc85MbRCe6ZsUKErnFCj3E7ndVNx8HJaXVw/s320/91474B60-31EB-4997-8147-1202C63E3B72.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span><p></p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-57883918208587448912022-09-06T07:02:00.001-07:002022-09-06T07:02:31.414-07:00Ain’t it grand!<p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Blue mountains, Wallowa peaks! The late summer sunshine beats down on lazy streets in the small town with an aspiring name. La Grande. The quaint scenic main street showcases iconic brick buildings and historic marquees, while side streets host a 100 year old fire station and stately train station, which Amtrak stopped serving ages ago. The sand dollar lingers at the mural on Fir Street, testimony to the real grandiosity of the location of the city: a semi-encircling vista of rising mountains lush with evergreens.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkwCnd20LiYp_wJhh3naAjZTjZkyojPapC4mj_-2d21EZim8G_NcShrWu205Intequ8GL8MMMzg0YG1Lakrl8yjYzMGtI2q1A2E5iKdbaDlqB5qLicz6BKtpAWRdfLK2W-zB_tCDTTKdWCXAT1y_flAdReafRj54IB8kmEO4lSAtEVAZpY5zaWcEnSg/s4032/E91FAD77-AA58-4353-9FC2-1042D1A2F874.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkwCnd20LiYp_wJhh3naAjZTjZkyojPapC4mj_-2d21EZim8G_NcShrWu205Intequ8GL8MMMzg0YG1Lakrl8yjYzMGtI2q1A2E5iKdbaDlqB5qLicz6BKtpAWRdfLK2W-zB_tCDTTKdWCXAT1y_flAdReafRj54IB8kmEO4lSAtEVAZpY5zaWcEnSg/s320/E91FAD77-AA58-4353-9FC2-1042D1A2F874.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-85498699829233717372022-08-31T08:59:00.001-07:002022-08-31T09:03:50.465-07:00from sea to shining sea<p>Yesterday the Pacific sea left a sand dollar, not quite round, resting on the sands of the Oregon coast. Here begins its journey, where golden beaches lapped by ice-blue waters give way to towering tree-lined cliffs. In the coming forty days it will traverse the expansive nation from state to state, the journey of an imperfect sand dollar. What adventures will it find along the way before it comes to rest on the shores of the Atlantic? The empty shell of a life that’s past, will it find a new existence in faces full of memories? All the while its simple beauty may bring a smile to hearts far and near.</p><p>The journey begins…</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHJgKniE0AUjKgsdxwrG53lGaa279iMdrvAPrGv-rpVQD77cUE6j-elmzg2Rxd-WUtNoe2ouu2sEu_9wJ18NIU9-6c_3ZJvipELy_q9yxLpIJt9kkZI9KECDqEiOet3thypWKXpIZtC9kbp9n34YvsyX31sztCr22kuCyNkYn3XLNc2Td5R-dFHY--0A/s4032/AAFBC2D9-EFA1-4E69-ADA9-9CCF5368802A.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHJgKniE0AUjKgsdxwrG53lGaa279iMdrvAPrGv-rpVQD77cUE6j-elmzg2Rxd-WUtNoe2ouu2sEu_9wJ18NIU9-6c_3ZJvipELy_q9yxLpIJt9kkZI9KECDqEiOet3thypWKXpIZtC9kbp9n34YvsyX31sztCr22kuCyNkYn3XLNc2Td5R-dFHY--0A/s320/AAFBC2D9-EFA1-4E69-ADA9-9CCF5368802A.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-48187747004246334722022-08-18T18:37:00.000-07:002022-08-18T18:37:48.175-07:00down the trail<p>the shadows are deep on the path ahead </p><p>no voices are heard in the deep midday gloom </p><p>but I press on for the trail must be traveled </p><p>the narrow steps forward between me and home </p><p>I hear not a sound save the hum of a fly and </p><p>the scent of pine needles tickles my nose </p><p>I drink in the forest enjoying the cool </p><p>of the tall prickly sentinels that hush </p><p>the brash sunshine before me behind me </p><p>the way twists and turns and trees without number </p><p>march mile upon mile as mind mind flits far </p><p>I shiver a moment and sidestep some scat </p><p>wondering now how solo I am really </p><p>could the trunks become glass how near </p><p>would I see that cougar or that bear observing </p><p>my way then a breeze comes again just a sigh </p><p>like an echo I remember the shadows </p><p>so like the veil and could all fade away </p><p>alone I would never be</p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-17607689028067039462022-08-13T08:37:00.003-07:002022-08-13T08:37:33.724-07:00one plus zero doesn't equal two<p>i hear your voice clearly</p><p>you're just within reach</p><p>your words proclaim strongly</p><p>the message you preach</p><p>but when the door closes</p><p>and i'm left here alone</p><p>your words become empty</p><p>as still as the phone</p><p>you never put flesh </p><p>to your friendly embraces</p><p>true though they may be</p><p>to other chosen faces</p><p>the hardest of sayings</p><p>are the ones left unspoken</p><p>like the promise of water</p><p>where the well pump is broken</p><p>how am i to believe</p><p>all this life's meant to be</p><p>when alone i can never</p><p>grasp the one thing i need</p><p><br /></p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-28735241949355801272022-01-08T17:17:00.003-08:002022-01-08T17:17:21.814-08:00surrender january 2022You're asking for it back<div>what You gave me i give You</div><div>i'm living on borrowed time</div><div>after all i've seen and had</div><div>merely tools and opportunities</div><div>to bring an exponential increase</div><div>so why am i tempted to bury it</div><div>as if the treasure could slip away</div><div>when in fact it isn't mine to guard</div><div>merely steward, tend and offer</div><div>what little is in my care</div><div>voices whisper You are hard</div><div>demanding what my efforts bring</div><div>i'm looking at what i do not have</div><div>finding darkness in losing this</div><div>what isn't even mine at all</div><div>in anguish struggling to believe</div><div>i swallow past the lump</div><div>and as air fills my lungs i remember</div><div>my very breath belongs to You</div><div>a kaleidoscope of days with grace</div><div>moment after moment You</div><div>providing protecting promising</div><div>in every painful surrender</div><div>You've been there abundant</div><div>growing this stubborn child</div><div>so i'm giving it back</div><div>with only a hint of reluctance</div><div>knowing You know best</div><div>how to spend my borrowed time</div>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-10951147765204088012021-10-12T19:10:00.000-07:002021-10-12T19:10:06.595-07:00the path narrows<p>aspens maples dying in a blaze of colour</p><p>the air biting through my windbreaker</p><p>early nights serenaded by falling rain</p><p>past dusky sunsets until misty mornings</p><p>faces turned upward to the sunlight</p><p>elusive and gentle through the clouds</p><p>as leaves fly before temperamental winds</p><p>i stumble down the path each solitary day</p><p>as sunbreaks follow chilly nights again</p><p>each day losing the battle against the dark</p><p>the window of daylight narrowing</p><p>as i smell the acrid scent of death</p><p>but around the way a sight appears</p><p>autumn crocus in lavender and white</p><p>a carpet of colour in the brownscape</p><p>laughing in life in the face of decay</p><p>and hope wells up in the straitness</p><p>though my limbs be weighed down</p><p>though the mist clouds my eyes</p><p>i will dance again in the dawning</p><p>when the narrow path ends</p><p><br /></p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-53429438732706527142021-09-26T21:21:00.003-07:002021-09-27T18:30:42.175-07:00when it rains<p>i'm not ready this year for the silver drops</p><p>caught between a summer to forget and</p><p>falling into a complicated tomorrow</p><p>all the dying that wells up like puddles</p><p>between the muddy tracks of life lived</p><p>without enough jars to hold the dreams</p><p>it's pouring down whatever i think so i</p><p>simply listen to the splash as shards</p><p>today's arrows attacking what was</p><p>screaming what is rather than could be</p><p>i pull the covers up almost over my head</p><p>is this crazy world really what has come</p><p>does a graceful way to tap out remain</p><p>or must i find a way to dig in damp soil</p><p>take the present tense and make it new</p><p>no reserves no retreats no regrets</p><p>a new level of living beyond skin-deep</p><p>how it tears the blood to find the way</p><p>each wet splash reminds me that it comes</p><p>watering the ground bringing change</p><p>death rearranges in the dark but life will come</p><p>if i can find the hope to not remain alone</p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-36455233384633949722021-08-23T10:22:00.002-07:002021-08-23T10:22:27.923-07:00feverish<p>everything is too bright and loud</p><p>as i wrap my shawl closer and shiver</p><p>sweat pours down my side</p><p>in my brain it feels like fireworks</p><p>small blood vessels snapping in defeat</p><p>as the virus plows through my body</p><p>leaving destruction in its wake</p><p>i close my eyes and embrace oblivion</p><p>the only place i can escape the scourge</p><p>temporarily the day reminds me</p><p>as i wake to the energy bank depleted</p><p>trapped in skin tingling at the air</p><p>forcing myself to eat, stay awake</p><p>until i can find the dark quiet again</p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-89712796327021777152021-07-18T21:05:00.001-07:002021-07-18T21:05:51.965-07:00hindsight<p>at just this moment a light comes at once </p><p>bursting and soft from the corner of my eye </p><p>obstructing my view and between yesterday </p><p>and always i can see right now with clarity </p><p>beyond tomorrow with all the what ifs and </p><p>maybes floating down like the house of cards </p><p>they are as in wonder i glimpse what lay down </p><p>the fork in the road knowing the dark thorns of </p><p>heartache and loss grew there as sure as if </p><p>i had walked it though i chose the other way </p><p>that i thought might be forsaken and at this </p><p>same moment i find it was actually paved </p><p>with roses and i find gratitude arising for </p><p>the wounds i did receive that brought growth </p><p>and no regrets and while i miss some of the </p><p>yesterdays i know always is close and i wrap </p><p>right now around me as i lift my hands to the light</p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-35632631605379952032021-07-05T15:40:00.010-07:002021-07-05T15:40:45.331-07:00June Gloom<p>the longest day and a year half over</p><p>a chill down my spine</p><p>like the echo of December wind</p><p>as hopes become dreams</p><p>help my unbelief</p><p>the wet blanket of marine air</p><p>dampening activity</p><p>shutting summer down</p><p>so many wishes blown out in joy</p><p>grumbling gratitude</p><p>rose petals and cottonwood down</p><p>a carpet of dying comfort</p><p>plentiful food tipping the scale</p><p>as guilt rides in on the insulin rush</p><p>my thoughts multiply</p><p>July crashes in with pyrotechnics</p><p>the beginning of the end in denial</p><p>distracted by a kaleidoscope of colour</p><p>until the gloom of June fades</p><p>like a cloud of witnesses</p><p>gazing into a blue sky of forgetfulness </p><p>the light intoxicates with clarity</p><p>an inexorable change like the grim reaper</p><p>rides on the smell of woodsmoke</p><p>remember me</p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-64431759537484590812021-05-30T17:39:00.001-07:002021-05-30T17:39:10.670-07:00ningún espacio<p>entre tu y yo no hay nada</p><p>suspirar espirar motas de piel muerta</p><p>pero tengo dificultades de cruzar</p><p>si pudieras ver a trav<span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(25, 25, 25); color: #191919; font-family: georgia;">é</span>s de mi cara</p><p>con todo el agua bajo el puente</p><p>por un momento cerrar los ojos</p><p>conf<span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(25, 25, 25); color: #191919; font-family: georgia;">í</span>ame</p><p>creer que podemos tocar los dedos</p><p>sin plexigl<span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(25, 25, 25); color: #191919; font-family: georgia;">á</span>s a bloquear el paso</p><p>dejar todos los armas de discordia grande</p><p>cuidadosamente construido</p><p>encontrar harmonia y amor</p><p>donde no hay ningún pared</p><p>canta</p><p>a veces hay algo en ti y pienso</p><p>que veo esperanza en tu alma</p><p>quieres también silenciar las mentiras</p><p>destruir las fronteras con espinos</p><p>entrar en mi mundo como yo</p><p>ando con gracia en tuyo</p><p>cree</p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101578434844086418.post-37477489750140808842021-05-30T17:30:00.006-07:002021-06-10T19:33:12.005-07:00a great divide<p>between you and me there is nothing</p><p>inhaled exhaled gases dead skin</p><p>yet i struggle to bridge the divide</p><p>if you could but see past my face</p><p>with all the water under the bridge</p><p>for a moment close your eyes</p><p>hope</p><p>believe that we can touch fingers</p><p>with no plexiglass to bar the way</p><p>lay down all the carefully fashioned</p><p>weapons of mass discord</p><p>find instead harmony and love</p><p>where no walls divide us</p><p>sing</p><p>sometimes it flickers in you</p><p>behind your eyes i glimpse</p><p>you too long to stop the lies</p><p>deconstruct the barbed borders</p><p>step into my world as i</p><p>walk gracefully in yours</p><p>believe</p>stormi esperanzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03097204113624701795noreply@blogger.com0