Category Archives: Poetry
Another Project Finished
I finally finished the pineapple shawl project. Whew. I’ve been working on it for months, put it away a few times but it’s done. I started it to use up all my embroidery cotton threads that I no longer use. … Continue reading
The Universe
The universe is a single reality— one long sweeping spectacular process of interconnected events. The universe is not a place where evolution happens; it is evolution happening. It is not a stage on which dramas unfold; it is the unfolding … Continue reading
Stay Strong
Stay strong, stay positive, and never give up. ~Roy Bennett
Small Pleasures
May small pleasures touch each day and love be felt in every way, new adventures start today. ©2017 Sharron R. McMillan
Do It
Looking is not doing, Hearing is not doing, Talking is not doing, only Doing is doing.
A Poem by any other name. . .
. . . is still a Poem.
Christmas Is – Part 2
Though I often wish for family traditions to fall back on I’m glad we haven’t many. Tradition bends one to doing, being and performing without the need for thought or questions. It’s time we questioned what we do and why … Continue reading
Unfinished
I hang onto these odd bits like props for an unfinished play. Maybe someday I will fill in the missing parts and make an award-winning production. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Day Off
I love open doors, windows flung wide, cool breeze, scent of primroses, sipping tea, nibbling toast. Life is good on days off. ©Sharron R. McMillan
‘Tis For My Soul To Soar
‘Tis for my soul to soar above these things while my body struggles with its handicap. ‘Tis for my spirit that this struggle brings a plane of wisdom yet out of my grasp. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Sleep
“. . .sleep that knits the raveled sleeve of care” Shakespeare
Skunk Cabbage (Lysichiton americanus)
Your beauty takes my breath away ensuring that I will not stay. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Waiting For The Same Boat
Most people are calm, understanding, nothing can be done. We are all waiting for the same boat. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Through Eyes of Grief
I see you more clearly now, through eyes of grief. I could have seen you better when you were here, if I had known how. ©Sharron R. McMillan