Pieces

heart-broken

We are all made up of the parts and pieces

of the things that have have broken us,

and only distinguished by the manner

in which we put ourselves back together.

broken-heart

Our surfaces may be a bit rough

with vacant places yet to fill,

But we will continue gathering and pasting

As long as we hold fast to our will.

Puzzle Heart

© DiAnne Ebejer

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Quarreling with Normal

repost….

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Out on a faraway beach
feeling the warm moist wind
blowing against her face,
She became lost navigating
in her own meditation.
~
The waves were slapping
at the shoreline as if quarreling
with the outgoing tide,
They played a perfect accompaniment
to the rhythm of her thoughts,
sashaying their way into
quarreling with normal.
~
She was counting the many times
She had set her feet upon a path
to finding normal.
Now, staring at the moon
She was standing in her own truth,
Where normal had never seemed
to find her.
~
Jolted from her temporary solace,
She contemplated if normal
might not be just a word,
bouncing around in an orb
of complacency,
Something to be abandoned
Rather than quarreled with
or achieved.
~
©  2013 DiAnne Ebejer

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Birth and re-Birth

cover-photo-bookLast year I went all out for National Poetry Month with daily posts highlighting famous poets capped off with highlighting some fabulous poets I know. If you get a chance check it out here on this blog. This year I get the slug poet of the year award!  No, seriously, family medical issues have kept me otherwise occupied this month but I am still reading and posting some short quotes/poems by others on Instagram.  Below is one I like that won’t fit there so I thought I’d post it here.  Happy Nat’l Poets Month!

Pic for Alice Walker Poem

Alice Walker Poem

Have a great weekend!

DiAnne

 

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Colors

 

 

 

 

Some days we don’t recognize
each other at all…

We search through the colors
for one to identify with
Some are too bright
Some are too light
And the dark ones, well
they don’t seem to fit,
A thought we catch
But things don’t match
And so, we sit.

~

© DiAnne Ebejer

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Words?

words

With tongue in cheek 🙂

~

Sometimes my very favorite words

get scrambled in my head,

I want to lay them down on paper

But they fly away instead.

Why is it I can write a screenplay

while lying in my bed?

But upon arising can’t remember

a single word I’ve said?

This is the fate of the writer,

And I’m afraid it gets worse with age.

I wonder how long it’s going to be

Til’ I can’t even find the page?

© DiAnne Ebejer

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Dark Night

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Life had been hard for her
in past times
And she had forsaken her will.

She was waiting for a hard knock
on the door
Saying fate could breathe life in her still.

She thought that the door may be
forever closed
Locking her in the dark night.

She didn’t realize it was just she alone
That could open the door
to the light…

© DiAnne Ebejer

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Door In The Sky

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He painted a big door

into the blue sky,

Crawled in and  never even said goodbye,

And until

the day that I die,

I’ll never ever even know why…

© DiAnne Ebejer 

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