The blog of Pamela Schloesser Canepa….reflections on writing, family, dogs, learning, books, and almost everything from mundane to weird.
To all my friends, with hearts that are red, soft, purple, or broken, bitter, or blue, I want you to know…
You are enough.
You are enough for the world and for you.
You are enough for him or her or them, whether they have arrived yet or not
You are enough for the life you always wanted to live
with someone else or your dog or just you
You are enough for your boss and your job
You are enough in the clothes that comfort you.
If you are enough, then I suppose I am too. -Pamela S. Canepa
“And the forest will echo with laughter.” -Led Zeppelin lyric
The Forest, (c) 2020 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
The forest is deep and far and wide
lush with ideas and thoughts
coming at us all at once…
layers and layers of thoughts
The changing path, the creatures on the way
the weather falling down on us
or sunshine guiding our way.
Layers and layers to peel away and discover
or some that we bury and keep covered,
like leaves on a forest floor.
The innocent child goes forth to explore…
The tainted, jaded adult hangs back
Says, “No, we probably shouldn’t.”
Clings to coffee and her wallet,
Poised, tense, ready to self-protect.
Which one wins?
Can one just leave the forest untouched?
For it grows inside of the mind,
imagination soars, or holds you behind.
Which one will you choose?
*The above photo is a Pixabay photo.
I love words
when they gather
in obedient herds
to do my bidding
and make my point,
to let my thoughts be heard.
Though sometimes they serve me
like an unsuspecting dish.
I trip and they unnerve me.
Tongue-tied, I sit quiet
afraid they’ll have me
earning a worm-filled diet.
This is just part of the dance.
I shall never quit,
no, not a chance.
“Word Play” by Pamela Schloesser Canepa. (c) 2018
Thank you for visiting my blog! I needed an end of the week word play, and while my brain feels sort of fried, I decided to dig up an old treasure that I had a lot of fun with two years ago. Please do stop and visit my blog again. And no matter what you do, speak up, join in the dance!
Photo by Mikechie Esparagoza on Pexels.com
She opened the cookie
And peered into her mind
Unscrolling her secrets, her dreams, her life
How did they know her?
“You are prone to flights of fancy,” it read.
“Visions of fairies and stars in your head
Imagination and dreams rule you, yet some things fill you with dread
And you scream inwardly at your own imperfections
Oftentimes, you compromise and change direction
Your brain is, at once, playground and haunted house
Befriend the ghosts. Thank them for the growth they have aroused. “
Advice to My Son
By Pamela Schloesser Canepa
(c) 2020
Even when your world’s
turned upside down
There is soil to plant a flower.
Even when change is hard,
Inside you have the power.
And when times seem the darkest,
There’ll be sunshine within the hour.
Pixabay photo
Enchanted, (c) 2019 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
It seems infused with spirit,
this place.
It is not cold or dead
or alone.
In the absence of the light,
can you hear the whispers?
In the silence of winter,
Can you feel the warmth?
The footprints others leave
on our heart.
We are surrounded,
ever changing inside
always choosing
to let in the light
or the dark.
To which do open your heart?
*Written in response to the daily word prompt at Rag Tag Community Daily Prompt
Photo via Free Photo Library.
Poem (C) Pamela Schloesser Canepa, 2019
The sky covers me
With a psychedelic blanket
To cover my eyes
And warm me.
To soften the edges
Of today’s worries.
Colorful and soft,
Just like the old blanket
Grandma once made.
Grandma, with the long hair
And constant incense smell,
The tickles and hugs,
The outdoor lunches,
Afternoons with goats and dogs.
Grandma, an explosion of love
And acceptance,
A psychedelic canvas, blanket, shirt, or sky. Colors that smile.
Love.
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