#everydaymagic
Toes curl and uncurl.
I sit back and sip coffee.
Poets from around the world,
evoke the smell of warm linen
& the musk of a hard life.
Im dwelling here, words set me free throughout the day.
No longer still, nothing now will be mundane.
Gratitude, Contentment.
We’re home now, Soul.
Collecting trinkets as we scroll.
A soft baby in my arms.
Who cares the time, or of our role.
Right now, I’m steam from a black bean cup.
Warm & Full.
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 1:20 PM UTC
The day I decided
life doesn’t have to be perfect
or go my way
Everyday,
The day I decided
there’s beauty in pain,
and the bad days
Make the good days even better!
That is
The day I decided
To start to really live.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
Coffee hums, a kettle sings,
Sunlight drips through window slings.
Scrolling past a world in pain,
Yet pausing for the morning rain.
Glass towers rise like Grecian myths,
While love survives in texts and GIFs.
A pigeon flutters—urban dove—
Proof enough of whispered love.
Though Wi-Fi binds our mortal coil,
The soul still dreams through screen-lit toil.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 11:11 PM UTC
Fold the creases, smooth the seams,
Each shirt a whisper of quiet dreams.
The laundry hums a gentle tune—
Earn your coin by afternoon.
Stack the dishes, brave and worn,
Served through meals from dusk to morn.
Soap and water, swirl and shine—
A penny earned for every line.
Dust may settle, crumbs may fall,
But every sweep rewrites it all.
The broom becomes a poet’s pen—
A tidy room, a coin again.
Scrub and sweep, and sort with cheer,
Each task a step, each coin sincere.
For pocket money, fair and true,
Is earned in little things you do.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 5:10 AM UTC