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Seems like a good message to share on a Monday… I hope you feel Joy Chooses You Today… Joy does not arrive with a fanfare, on a red carpet strewn with the flowers of a perfect life. Joy sneaks in, as you pour a cup of coffee, watching the sun hit your favourite tree, just right. And you usher joy away, because you are not ready for it. Your house is not as it must be, for such a distinguished guest. But joy cares nothing for your messy home, or your bank-balance, or your waistline, you see. Joy is supposed to slither through the cracks of your imperfect life, that’s how joy works. You cannot truly invite her, you can only be ready when she appears. And hug her with meaning, because in this very moment, joy chose you. (By Donna Ashworth, Art by Alev Neto) Happy Monday my friends 💛

Bounteous and colorful Falling like rain Swirling and whirling Wind swept antics Piles of rainbows Moved by gusts Rolling like tide and Seafoam blowing An autumn storm Beats laden branches Releasing leaves Like falling stars Rustling movement Quivering limbs Quietly falling Whispering Good Bye

Poems have always been Life blood Giving an inarticulate child A guide to wield words As a shield and sword Poems are my passion Pouring outward So not to burst open From internal swirling Beautiful poems flow from you Touching where they should not Scraping away scar tissue Exposing my precious heart Oh how much i’ve longed  To be seen and felt To unplug my passions Unleashed and wild Touch my bruised soul with yours and all will be well

There’s a chill in the air Hand in hand At the moon we stare Snuggling close Under mother moon Shedding wraps Bared to run free In blessed moonlight Through Forest, Shores Fields, Parks, More Released from  man-made bindings Christened in moonlight Reborn, Natural Feeling with all Senses - Unashamed

Supine on my recliner in late autumn sunshine Warmth penetrates my body Baking sensation so beloved Soon to disappear  Heading south Grabbing each moment I can Hoping to keep hold To ward off winter’s chill Bronzed glow rekindled Renewed if only in Ever shorter instances I take what is left And savor its sweetness Etching it on my memory As with a lover’s kiss The warmth stays well beyond  This actual reality

How lovely is  The sea breeze Softly lifting the hem Of my billowing skirt What loving caresses Wrapping around me Titillating my skin Rolling over me The Sea Breeze Is like my lover Sneaking up playfully To tickle me and more At times the breeze Grows angry and Whips me with sand Bringing tears to my eyes Apologies are made With offers of coconut scents Carrying on the breeze Relaxing and sweet In every season and day I carry passion for the sea And its ornery sidekick The breeze

in poems she wrote never once spoke she of love yet somehow he knew • Donovan Baldwin

I tiptoed soft across the petals of your heart, but for you,  it felt like a parade You heard the symphony of me like a song beneath your breath, before the music even played There was no disguising it, just unexpected and surprising You left your heart wide open letting me dance right in and then the music played ... ©  Priya Jan 9 🕉 Art from Google images

As a mother, partner, sister, wife, we are trained to let pain slide So many times in our lifetimes, we let words slide; we forget them, tuck the hurt away, and move on, because that is what we do So many times, that is what I have done But I have gotten to the point where my skin is paper-thin, and all the words you throw at me; words laced with acid, cut deep inside me like razor sharp teeth I can feel myself wasting away It has become harder and harder to let the hurt you so easily and selfishly save just for me,to just let it slide away I bleed just like you do, more so, because all my cuts and perfectly preserved bruises are all from your words that I could no longer let slide You have cut me so much, that I have become paper thin ~  ©️ Priya Patel Jan, 7, 24 🕉 Artwork by Medha Srivastava titled Motherlove * For a friend who is going through some very difficult trials.  Many will read this and silently think, I know how that feels or I've been there.   I want you to know you are not alone!

Black clouds at sunset, Wispy calligraphy, Against a golden Western sky, Read the same From left to right, Or right to left, A mighty message, Read by dreamers And slightly mad poets, Who can see such things, And understand them. • Donovan Baldwin