Thought Bubbles – Tale Weaver #300 #Poem

There’s a thought bubble over your head.
What does it say?

Is it a happy bubble like the ones in cartoons,
with a smiley face inside?

Or is it an angry bubble,
Complete with flames?

You may think it doesn’t matter.
After all, it’s your own personal thought.

But the truth is,
Your thoughts do matter,
Perhaps more than you will ever know!

A bubble may break,
Floating out into the abyss…
But its energy has only transformed…

It’s no longer soap on a child’s bubble wand,
But a bubble of happy energy,
Spreading and expanding,
Floating throughout time and the Universe!

Thought bubbles are just the same.
They break apart,
And their energy scatters.

You might have finished
Thinking whatever was in that particular bubble.

But someone,
Somewhere,
Whether near or far from you,
Has inadvertently encountered
Its living,
Vibrating energy!

Someone,
Somewhere,
Whether you know them or not,
And whether you realize it or not,
Is affected by the energy
Of your very own thought bubble!

There’s a thought bubble over your head.
What does it say?


Written for
MLMM Tale Weaver #300: Bubbles

Patience #SixSentenceStories

“Tender the goods to me immediately!
I’ve no time for your excuses!
I want the merchandise now,
wanted it weeks, months, years ago, in fact!”

Such a conversation may get the goods,
but it will burn all our bridges in the process!

Patience is always best, though it can be difficult.
I guess that’s why they say
Patience is a virtue!


A contemplative poem written for Denise’s
#SixSentenceStories Prompt: Tender

Ancient Wisdom #Decima #Poem

The music flows, it ebbs, then flows
With undulating harmony
Of breezes born across the sea,
Imparting wisdom as it goes.

It sings the truth all nature knows:
That whether we succeed or fail,
We must, with in- and full exhale,
Be open to the fresh and new,
A clear perception, wider view.
And ride the tides of life we sail!


Written for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 30: (EXHALE) in the C rhyme line.

Vision #Poem

The vision for my life was chosen
Long before I was born,
Or, perhaps, not so long before,
But before nonetheless.

I think
I forgot that vision
When I arrived
And the outer world overwhelmed the inner…

But the vision was held for me
In the Mind of All,
And my eyes are open to it
Once again!

I see, I stand,
A wonderful, essential contribution
To the ever expanding
Brightening Universe!


Written in response to
#Threethingschallenge #407

An Inspired Foundation #SixSentenceStories

If you’re a writer–and if you’re reading this, I’d say most of you are–then you know that just about anything can be an inspiration!

It could be nature, someone you know, a comment, a pet peeve, a conversation, a dream, an idea, an ending you didn’t like, or something you find fascinating, just to name a few.

If you’re a poet, a rhythm might inspire you, or maybe a rhyme scheme, a funny sound, a moral of some sort, or a prompt generously provided by someone else.

You never know when inspiration will strike, and you had better be ready when it does!

Of course, there’s the dreaded writer’s block, but that’s rarely been a problem for me.

I’m no different from you, but I remember my foundation and why I write at all: To seek the Light in life and to pass on what I’ve found!


Written for Denise’s prompt at
#SixSentenceStories: Foundation.

Seek First #Decima #Poem

The earth is teeming with delights!
We have a few, but want them all.
They beckon with a siren call
And offer solace in the night.

But o the folly, o the fright!
Awakening upon the worst,
We find our hoped-for blessings cursed;
Our choices hasty and unwise…
But we can choose the Spirit’s eyes
And focus on the Heavens first!


Written for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 29 (FRIGHT) This week, it’s the A rhyme line.