Poem for Peace #9

this solstice day where darkness rules and relinquishes all at once where I am reminded - even through  torrenting clouds -  that with this  particular sunrise  our heartbeat-pulsing  planet re-turns our  northernmost hemispheric faces  toward sun and light  and warmth again this solstice day peace lives in knowing that this annual moment will happen today, …

Poem for Peace #7

peace finds herself a gold-tinged indigo and  amethyst marbled paper bookmark -  slipped between parchment leaves of shared understanding and gentle accountability left on top of the dented cherry desk where doubting hands can readily find her Poems for Peace #7 © 2018 Tracie Nichols Image credit: Tracie Nichols

Poem for Peace #6

for todaypeace ridesthe swell and collapse of mylung-cradling ribsas I breathe myselfinto clear-eyed acceptance that the body gets what the body needs no matter how stridently “shoulds”fling their shame at the tender walls of my heart. Poems for Peace #6© 2018 Tracie Nichols I was inspired to write daily Poems for Peace by Beth Owls' Daughter and her post …

Poem for Peace #5

peace today livesin the soft silencesbetween laughter and hand claspsPoems for Peace #5© 2018 Tracie NicholsI was inspired to post a new Poem for Peace daily through Dec. 31, 2018 by Beth Owls' Daughter and her post "Embrace the Quiet That Is Nature’s Gift: The Halcyon Days Are Here." Doing something daily to enfold myself in …

Poem for Peace #4

it’s the leaves, you knowit’s all their doingmasters modelingthis seasonal slipinto surrendertree lungsteaching methe truth oflivingthe way theyrest so trustinglyin the crookedgrey-browndips and hollowsbetween tree kneesthe way they rustle and sighsoft relief sweepsas they gift firsttree then air then earthwith their willingnesswith their fading wild beautywith their wisdomin restingin becominggroundoh….but it’s the promise of theirtender green riseof …

Poem for Peace #1

my blue-tipped fingersstumble acrossthese black-capped keysdashing to capturea sweet momentof peace taughtto me by the dancingsunlight glinting acrosswinter-bare branchesoutside my orchid andcrystal-cluttered windowand then I stopand laughhow silly tobe dashing to capture peacewhen all I need do is pausebreatheappreciatePoems for Peace #1© 2018 Tracie Nichols

sometimes

sometimes riding life's currents requires a wider stance a lower center of gravity spacious fluid joints sometimes rubbing along life's twists is as comfortable as tender new skin abruptly meeting sharp, shifting gravel shards sometimes life's molten, shaking growth spurts ask us to be something we've never been that's OK every mountain and river and …