joy

Tis The Season (No Fibbin’!)

TIS THE SEASON
(No Fibbin’!)

You
are
the one
who sets his
sights on the Northern
Lights, always striving to spread the
joy of the season, all ways, for no special reason.

Yes — each day is cause to celebrate, whether you’re a
Claus, or not. But, as it happens,
the one who’s “Mrs.
C” to your
“Mr.,”
is
me.

2015-04-21
Paula Wanken

Shared at Poetic Asides for PAD 2015 – Day 21: You Are and/or You Are Not (Two For Tuesday)

To read some poems from “I AM SANTA CLAUS”, visit here: IAmSantaClaus.wordpress.com

A Journey’s Reflection

 
A JOURNEY’S REFLECTION

There have been days on this journey that I would have liked to skip — days that were very difficult. Days that inflicted great pain—not always physically, but the pain that comes with deep emotional wounds. However, the same journey that has brought such pain has also been interwoven with great joys. And it is the combination of the two that have shaped me into the person I am today. Someone with deep faith, strong loyalties, persistent courage, and a passionate and compassionate loving soul. I would not change a thing.

inflictions and joys ~
both, in combination, seen
in my reflection

2014-04-07
P. Wanken

 

Written for Poetic Asides April 2014 Poem-A-Day Challenge DAY 7: Self Portrait 

Six Word Saturday…4/7/12



I happened upon this post on another’s blog,
and their instruction was to leave a comment with my own #10,
and then pass along the list on my own blog.
So…that’s what I’m doing.

Please leave your #10 as a comment —
and repost the list on your own blog, if you have one.


Written for “Six Word Saturday”…click here to go to Cate’s blog to read other posts.

** This post has been pre-written and scheduled to post on 4-7-2012, as I will be traveling that day. Therefore, the link to Cate’s blog will not be to the April 7th post, but rather to her home page.

Peaceful Reflections

PEACEFUL REFLECTIONS

the new year drifts in as expected
a plum, ripe with possibilities

goodbyes shoveled out before
midnight, a way to stop the pain

the chill of the night wind
carries away a year of loss

memories of new friends wrap
me in warmth, like sweaters of yarn

letters stitched together with love
to reflect hope in all things new

may peace, love, and joy
be yours in the new year

2011-12-31
P. Wanken

Written for The Sunday Whirl, to write a poem using the following words: loss, shovel, friends, expected, stop, plum, letters, drift, sweaters, wind, stitches, and yarn.