Magic pieces found
everyday places trampled underfoot,
carefully lifted,
dusted
re-formed into beauty
sparkling like new
and carried away in a pocket
treasure again found.
Aspen leaf memory
dappled spaces to let light through
whimsy in shades
against glittering water
art formed from trash
set upon a shelf amongst gems
taken to heart
and given honor
not forgotten after all.
One mans treasure
another mans junk,
as it sat alone waiting for that someone
to see its worth
its value
and the sun hit it gently
a glint upon false embellishment
I returned back to find it
with a simple smile
you will be mine
to share with those of like
tossed aside
gently reborn into purpose
if only to add a small bit
of a quiet illusion
of a majestic piece
taken apart
with only this one last leaf
that fell astray
left behind,
lifting the spirit of the girl who loves
this universe and its gifts,
blessed by the things manifested
shining through blue.
I found this glittering blue(plastic decoration)leaf this morning on our walk, it sat on the edge of the road waiting for me to see its few remaining jems glittering in the sun. I held it up to the ripples of the pool and changed the filter to chrome and this image is what was born. It now sits with yellow woodstock on my desk, simple things found on travels that never cease to make me smile. Just another story of my magical finds.
Thanks Russ,
I always find strange little trinkets that bring a smile and lightness to the heart💕 small blessings that make the day fun. Glad you enjoyed, hope the book is moving along nicely😊 peace and love, Kim
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Yes indeed….blessed I’m not in Buffalo this week😀❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️
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Strange magic(great song) and a great thing indeed. Thanks Sheldon, hope you’re holding up, always in my thoughts, sending mojo and awesome healing prayers my friend💕
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I enjoyed your photo, poem, and backstory. Thank you for sharing this post.
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The simple pleasures are sometimes the most pleasurable.
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I love when things like that happens
As always sheldon
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My pleasure 🙂
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That’s the joy of words, everyone gains something out of them, taking it in close to heart and it is what it’s all about, it’s all magical and a miracle at once. I love this world and the gifts it shares, I’m glad you shared this, now I can go back and reread it, seeing through your eyes. Peace and love, always, Kim💕☮
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Thank you Infinite,
I always find joys in the often overlooked little things, and thank you for the lovely quote, that means so very much to me. Peace and love, Kim💕☮
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I know you may have been writing about things, but it reminded me of people. How sometimes we find those souls that others have cast aside (or they find us) and see the beauty in them that others pass by, never noticing and just how wonderful that is. Love this so so much.
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I remembered the quote I read somewhere …for your poem, its inspiration and you 🙂
Blessed is the soul that finds beauty in humble places!
Beautiful poem!
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