Shades of Curiosity

Question marks, regrettably, don't come in shades of grey. 

If they did, I could have used some intermediate shades to suggest more nuanced questions.

Do you love me? Do you crave an apple?

Does this dress suit me? My eyes, do they?

Do we end our journey here? Will tomorrow bring rain? 

Can dreams be trusted? Is the future set in stone? 

Will the sun rise as promised?

Do shadows keep secrets? Is there truth in silence?

Can hearts heal with time? Does God exist?

Are answers but illusions? 

Is wisdom gained through journey?

Do we find clarity in our wanderings?

Or do we find it in the echoes of our silence?

 

Rebuilding 

 

Have you ever thought what happens when you break a spider's web? Does the spider cry a little? Or does it immediately file a complaint with a spider association, responsible for punishing humans accused of such heinous acts?

Does anyone host it until it gathers its strength and overcomes the emotional devastation caused by the destruction of its life's work (or a few days')?

Or is it secretly happy because it was too trapped in its own web, and now (maybe even with help from the spider association) it has the chance to practice its craft and build an even bigger and more beautiful web?

I wonder.

The Quiet Moments 

 

If morning is a promise of light, if they are right, 

I should be quite well-positioned, no fight.

I have my coffee in the cup, something jazz, and maybe something to write. 

A black cat curls by me, searching for the might.

In this hour, all feels right.

The fireplace, a cozy glow, pages turn softly, words start to flow. 

I water the flowers, tranquility begins to grow. 

The time is quiet, the heart feels bright

In this moment, I listen to the light. 

 

I've taken my vitamins, but I havent's said my prayers.  

The Jazz of Life

 

The Jazz of Life 

Blue notes blend with grace.

Echoes linger, finding space.

Secrets reside,  

where fleeting moments hide.

In every glimpse, a story spins.

The jazz of life, our journey begins