SUMMERTIME IS HERE

I hear the waves it is almost summertime…
I hear talking and yelling… I can tell when I hear those sounds it is summertime…there are all types of bathing suits around me… when there are no waves I see still water…when there are little waves I see bumpy water…when I see waves it looks like a big hill…after a long day at the beach I can still hear the waves and yelling and talking from my couch.

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BY, ISABELLE CALOIA

 

My granddaughter is interested in writing poetry, so here is one she did quite well on. All her own words. I hope to share more as she continues.

love, Tonya Marie

Butterfly Be Free

I found you ..

Rolling lifelessly …

Wet and weak…

You crawled upon my warm hand..

Then you walked with me..

Grateful in my hand..

I blew upon your wings..

Hoping to comfort and heal…

I set you on a leaf…

You spread your wings..

As if to breath…

A grateful flutter…

I walked away with promise..

You will fly again..

Butterfly be free….

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Blessings & Love,

Tonya Marie~

 

 

 

The Mothers Rains

She sprinkles magic upon the earth…

As the rain caresses the life upon her…

Seeming to be brought to life…

A brightening glow of renewal is present…

A mirror to reflect gratitude toward her…

Nourished by the mothers rains once again…

Pine Reflections
Pine Reflections
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Splash
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Radience
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Flow
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Mirrored
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Mosaic

In the moments after the rain I went out to connect with the earth, not having a special camera I seized the moment with my phone! Taking photos is a passion that goes in hand with writing ❤

Much Love and Blessings ❤

Tonya Marie,

Light’s Disconnect

It seems to be a natural flow 

From the EGO’s rush of it isn’t so…

Thoughts of negativity fill your space…

Of what was loving …

Now out of Place…

The race for love and sparkle…

Turned to darkness….

The mind and it’s trickery…

Creating a web of disconnect…

Creating the need to give up…

To let the dreary sadness win..

If the light wants in…

Let it come, without effort…

This day was built by an egotistical one…

Blemished by repetition from being stuck…

The pattern has worn thin…

Does the light go out as the spirit gets weak…

Never completely … but dim it shall be……

Tonya Marie ❤

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