Weeds surface in mind Bad memories are unkind Don't give them your sun. 🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞 Soak up the good vibes! Joan Wiley❤
Weeds (Haiku)
Lost Treasure
Hello Friends, A treasure exists in the world we live, worth more than a mountain of golden bricks. It goes by the name of happiness and each of us have it from our first born breath... As children, we do not know its name, but we live with its wonder, in our hearts and minds... Continue Reading →
On Good Behavior (an observation)
Yesterday I wrote a little poem about the 'truly good' who do not see themselves as such. These are people who have experienced the harsh, ugly side of life and somehow associate their identity with these bad things. They feel irredeemable. Yet, they are driven to perform acts of goodness, all the while never believing... Continue Reading →
I AM
by Joan Wiley I AM I am Dust. Wedged into rivlets of life's river rush, Weighted by silence of bigger dreams. I am Unseen. Drowned beneath frivolous layers Reflecting brilliant favor with the sun. I am Bound. Sealed within stone truths told by A heart with veins full of silver linings. I am Rich. Shimmering... Continue Reading →
