#circleoflife
Life's definitive
A beginning and an end
Death is absolute
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 4:02 AM UTC
Most days slip by quietly—
wake up, eat, work,
go to bed.
Another page in the calendar,
nothing different.
But a birthday feels different.
It’s like the world leans in
for just a moment and says,
you were born,
and that still matters.
It’s not just cake or candles,
not just the messages that pile up
on your phone.
It’s the pause—
to look at yourself,
to see how far you’ve come,
to remember the child you were,
and the person you’re still becoming.
Other days remind us
to keep moving.
Birthdays remind us
to stop,
to breathe,
to be glad we made it
one more time around the sun.
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 9:24 PM UTC
Buried fallen leaves,
Now a skeleton for crows to roost,
The branches look full again.
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 12:00 AM UTC
Baba tucks me into bed & I ask him to read me a story.
He tells me tales of foxes & rabbits,
Each one ending in glory.
I dream of baby bunnies with cotton tails & cottage houses,
Sneaky wolves with evil plans,
Being deceived by mouses.
Baba tucks me into bed & kisses my forehead goodnight.
We exchange our “I Love You’s” as he turns off the light.
I dream of my new school & wonder if the kids will like me,
Maybe if I pretend to be sick, Baba won’t have to take me.
I yell out to Baba “goodnight!” before closing my room door.
His footsteps keep me up at night,
Till 2 am, 3 am, 4…
I want to tell him that I’m concerned for his health,
That I love him & so much more.
I tuck Baba into bed & kiss his forehead goodnight,
Telling him tales of better days, before turning off the light…
Dec 7, 2021
Dec 7, 2021 at 8:13 PM UTC
So yes he left us
Left this life on earth
Marking his completion
A circle of human life: being born and death
I met him in his
Thirties , young ; yet, not that sweet
I met him in his
Early mid-life crisis (?)
Returned home from his
Years serving Military service
There, he found two kids
And their iron lady-in-chief
Struggling with life to feed
the two little birds
All he wanted is
Stay home and be their dad
And that’s how we grew up
Having sweetest, most kind-hearted, loving dad
And an opposite : iron , nothing can break , lady of our place.
It’s said, you know, daughter is daddy’s past life love
The bond between us
Was instant and ferocious
He hold me tight in my burning feverishness
He braided my hair from my early years
Till I went to college
He made me those most beautiful artworks
For my school homework
He was my hero, was everything I wish
For my future man to be
Life then parted us
as I wanted to leave
As far as I can, from their protective fondness
I detached myself, stopped having them
As a important factor of my life
“cause deep down I know they would do everything
To steal me back and shape me to their “ideal” happiness
We struggled as we grow
Life got us back together sooner than I know
And in its most devilish method
Three women crying next to his dying bed
“Is there anything you wanna leave?
For your daughters as their inherit?”
“I have nothing to give” exclaimed him through a soft breath
We burst out crying as we said
“Daddy you gave us all your life
How can we ask for more, please rest in the light
Of inseparable love , we promise”
So here we are, this is the first TET
We would undergo, without your exist
Wherever you are now, my dearest dad
Lets celebrate this incredible fate
Of having each other , of sharing life-long companionship.
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 4:04 AM UTC
Like the rain I was born to fall,
Down to the earth to rise,
And someday to return.
I greet the sky with green fingers.
And hold the sun’s hand.
Her touch is like breathing to me,
It keeps me alive,
And in return I keep you too.
As I drift to the grave I leave my kids in my place,
Where they will grow,
And hold the sun’s hand as I did long ago.
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 6:21 PM UTC
When I get older, maybe saner
Will I remember all the wars that we fought?
Perhaps I will forget all the old bone breaking danger
And all the wicked tricks we were once taught
Yet I will have the scars to prove
There was a time I was the brave one
When I was the hunter and not the food
That faceless shadow behind the gun
They will tell lies about our dreams
Their words will make us true born heroes
Painting with our blood the most poetic scenes
Using nothing more than a few misplaced words and mirrors
And because I can no longer remember
Because I’m just a shadow of the woman I once were
I will nod my head and heart in surrender
Not knowing I was my own personal saboteur
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
Round & round
In circles I go
An Endless cycle
That finally was gone.
After that,
What is there left,
Just an empty bottle.
A few dropplets,
Are only left,
Remains of what was,
And no clue of what will be.
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 3:31 AM UTC
The moth flies in circles,
Forever distracted by the light.
Surely it must be the moon,
Telling it where to go.
Yet as long as it remains on,
The moth shall never escape.
For it is in the moth's nature
to always follow the light.
Until the time comes
that the moth is not but ash.
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 8:17 AM UTC
Their feathers shiver
from the autumn wind;
Their wings move
making the wind swirl.
Their eyes and minds
are set on places with warmer air.
They are delighted,
they have their beaks
to splice the wind
and lead the way.
When they land,
they begin a new life
Unsure of what will happen,
But knowing
that they will return to their old.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
Naiinis ako sa mga hipokrito
Na ginagawa sa iba
Ang ayaw nilang gawin sa kanila.
Naiinis ako sa mga makasarili
Na kaya kong unawain
Ngunit hind magbibigay ng oras na intindihin ako.
Naiinis ako sa kanya
Dahil nalilito ako.
Naiinis ako sa kanya
Dahil nililito ako.
Naiinis ako sayo
Kasi ayaw mo akong tigilan.
Naiinis ako sa sarili ko
Dahil ang mundo ay bilog nga
At alam kong lahat ng kinaiinisan ko
Sa akin din nagsisimula.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
A baby was born today
As an old man passes away
The circle of life synchronizing both feelings of joy and pain
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 1:05 AM UTC
How sad it is that “all good things must come to an end”,
the idea that moments happen and then cease to exist is difficult to comprehend.
So go outdoors and watch the sunset, go to the beach and watch the tide recede,
sit down with your favourite book and begin to re-read,
take these evanescent moments and turn them to wonderful memories,
with a heart full of belief and reverie.
All safe in the knowledge that the circle of life will return once more,
in future fleeting moments, when we need it most; and knowing once again you will soar.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC
A slithering snake;
Afraid in the grass.
On his belly he wriggles;
But can't take a step back.
The rodent has sniffled
Where doeth he belong?
Suddenly swooping ;
An awe-inspiring Owl from heaven swoops down;
to Save.
But the prey is afraid.
There's no grey;
in lifes laid. Be very afraid. Be very... afraid.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
when the clouds all seem to disappear
when your insides are singing
exploding at the same time
when the music blaring on the radio
is exactly the right volume
you text, Everything looks good!
as a group message
your cheeks hurt from smiling
your anxiety a part of your past
given way to euphoria
you look down
place your hand gently on your belly
and say quietly
"I've been waiting my whole life for you"
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
Oh, there you are...
Each mourning
I am taken aback
as I meet an array
of night time travelers
Lined up by size
Field Mouse, Seal Black Mole,
Ginger Chipmunk
piece de resistance...Grey Squirrel
Relieved of warm
tummies and hearts
(delectable within certain circles)
you have been gathered and
laid out with great
pride. Gifts by our
hunters of the dark
A moment as I honor each one
last rites whispered
I gently scoop you all up
timing critical
for the changing of the guards
three boasting cats come in...
three eager dogs going out...
Their anticipation thwarted
discovering that this
veritable feast has once
again been removed
♢
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
Swinging on a swing
Playground buzz all around
All alone
~
Now she can ride a bike
So much later than when everyone else could
But she rides it everyday after school
~
Climbing high on a tree
Can't get back down
A chattering crowd forms and teachers need to intervene
~
Friends turn on friends
And what shoes you wear matters
She doesn't like growing up
~
Her uncle buys her a sketchbook
She draws people, some crying, some smiling
In the back corner of her junior high lunchroom
~
First day of high school
Wearing the outfit she took forever to pick out
So many faces, so much noise, a new world
~
First date, and it feel like she's floating
A smile she can't shake until
He finds someone prettier than her
~
New boy who takes things slow
First kiss with his hands wrapped around her waist
A whole new kind of face to face
~
Graduation
A dress that slaughtered her father's wallet
Bittersweet goodbyes
~
Boy promises to write
They go off to separate colleges
But slowly grow apart
~
She hangs up the phone
After telling him tearfully it was too hard to keep up
And they stay friends but distant
~
Then one day not-so-little-anymore-girl
Is walking her dog early before sunrise back in her hometown holding down a job out of college
She's always been a morning person when her high school love stops her with his smile the way he used to
~
After the breakup halfway through college
Due to circumstances the feelings come rushing back
And numbers are exchanged before dawn breaks
~
White veil and red roses
Another dress to break dad's wallet
But she Is beautiful as the love she has for the groom, her high school love
~
Finally can afford a real nice house
Two little boys playing in the big yard
A little girl on her hip, daddy with his arm around mommy like he used to back in high school
~
Daddy comes home from the doctor one day
She is in a screaming match with her youngest little girl who has just turned 13
Daddy has news. One of these days, he won't be coming home ever again
~
Mommy gets a call after tucking the kids in
She drives recklessly to the hospital
But when she arrives they can't find any life in him
~
Kids grow up strong and healthy
Beautiful children who raise another generation of beautiful children
She is a grandmother, but she misses the would-be grandpa every second until one day she comes back from the doctor... numbered days left on her life
~
Swinging on a swing
Front porch in silence
All alone
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
If my mirror would listen I’d tell her to stand
Out in the rain, with her hands
Turned up and her fingers spread
To feel the drops that resemble the pain
Seep through but never form
A sea that will, when it storms
Bring back all the hurt to the shore
If my mirror would listen I’d tell her to stay
Just where she is ‘cause it is ok
To gaze out of the window and wait
For the sun to rise and make
The rain that brought in all the mourn
Dry up and leave the soil
Ready for a new flower to be born
If my mirror would listen I’d tell her to raise
Her head up to the sun that
Shines on her face and feel sad
Because light is not all there will be
And clouds will come once again
To give her the chance to stand
Out in the rain with her hands
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 6:02 PM UTC
A seedling drops,
Watch it grow.
See it flourish,
Observe it age.
It grows old,
Withered, unnoticed.
A seedling drops...
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC