Sometimes we stop and look around
in these high mountains climbed.
We think of all we were
and how much we’ve changed.
How we are no longer holding ourselves
tightly coiled
as fiddleheads,
but know
now
we can unfurl :
hearts open to the elements —
accepting
what is nourishing.
We carry and admire those
glistening raindrops :
each cherished memory
and lesson learned.
Wishing only
to love
as the miracle
of the fern.
In abundance
of information
I become
impoverished
of the nourishing.
A benumbed machine
shifts around heaps
of matter in my mind.
Unending fragments,
forgotten in meaning,
clutter in corners of my soul.
While endlessly scrolling
through mixed-messages
words start overflowing —
I can’t sift through the madness.
When my hard drive sputters
and my bandwidth expires
all I can do
is start
cleaning my house.
Sometimes I need a break from social media and the news.
What is it that refreshes and nourishes your soul?
Writing and photography by: Katy Claire Funke
Quite lovely Katy and such beautiful pictures! Really enjoyed your poems and this post. 😊
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Thank you, Francisco! I’m so happy you enjoyed this one and always a joy to hear from you 😊 Hope you are doing well!
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My pleasure Katy and all the best to you too. 😊
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Wonderfully beautiful. I love being in nature, when I can get there. Also, at home reading a book with a hot cup of tea, and a small piece of super dark chocolate.
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All of that sounds absolutely delightful, Nico! So much satisfaction can be attained in the little comforts. ❤️ And I agree, the darker the chocolate, the better! 😋
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Blessings! 🙂
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Your poetry is delightfully nourishing and refreshing. 🌺
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