what footprints shall I leave behind?
compare me not to
Buddha’s knowledge
Confucius’ patience
Da Vinci’s prodigiousness
Gandhi’s simplicity
Jesus’ purity
Longfellow’s prose
Michelangelo’s artistry
Mother Teresa’s love
Shakespeare’s drama
Thoreau’s enlightenment
yet, I drink the water that quenched their thirst
and, breathe the air that gave them life
and, laid footfall on the dust of this earth
yet, on a path uniquely my own.
© 2009 - 2014 Thomas Hillman, Mere Words Evoke, poetic expressions
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
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Monday, December 1, 2014
it is
it is what sparks the heartbeat
of the unborn child
it is how the tiny watermelon seed
becomes the gigantic fruit
it is how the bee
finds the flower to bond with
it is why the sky is blue, the grass is green
and why colorful rainbows can be seen
it is why the universe exists
and why life shall always be
it is love.
© 2009 - 2014 Thomas Hillman, Mere Words Evoke, poetic expressions
of the unborn child
it is how the tiny watermelon seed
becomes the gigantic fruit
it is how the bee
finds the flower to bond with
it is why the sky is blue, the grass is green
and why colorful rainbows can be seen
it is why the universe exists
and why life shall always be
it is love.
© 2009 - 2014 Thomas Hillman, Mere Words Evoke, poetic expressions
seasons
good morning, it is spring
how quietly it awakens
the fresh scents, the soft hues
as new life stretches upwards to greet the morning sun
good afternoon, it is summer
the radiant warmth and brilliance of the sun
the refreshing chill of the deep, blue sea
and abundance of delectable, vine-ripened gifts
good evening, it is fall
trees are soaked with vivid color – rainbows – painted across the landscape
with broad brush strokes against a crisp, sky blue
good night, it is winter
the cold white snow blankets the earth as far as the eye can see
yet winter berries and wildlife abound
and a beautiful sunset beckons me to find warmth in slumber and in dreams.
© 2009 - 2014 Thomas Hillman, Mere Words Evoke, poetic expressions
how quietly it awakens
the fresh scents, the soft hues
as new life stretches upwards to greet the morning sun
good afternoon, it is summer
the radiant warmth and brilliance of the sun
the refreshing chill of the deep, blue sea
and abundance of delectable, vine-ripened gifts
good evening, it is fall
trees are soaked with vivid color – rainbows – painted across the landscape
with broad brush strokes against a crisp, sky blue
good night, it is winter
the cold white snow blankets the earth as far as the eye can see
yet winter berries and wildlife abound
and a beautiful sunset beckons me to find warmth in slumber and in dreams.
© 2009 - 2014 Thomas Hillman, Mere Words Evoke, poetic expressions
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