Feeling Down, I Look Up

by Joan

Feeling down, I look up

and see a single bird

in the early morning light.

I feel the ground beneath my feet,

hear the crunch of gravel as I walk.

The taste of coffee lingers in my mouth,

a scent of pine lingers in the air.

The senses soothe my fretting heart.

I open to the world and me.

                                                               JDG

 

This entry was posted in poetry.

6 comments on “Feeling Down, I Look Up”

  1. eaglecreeksand's avatar eaglecreeksand says:
    October 29, 2019 at 11:42 am

    Sensations awaken the sweet presence of self

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  2. eaglecreeksand's avatar eaglecreeksand says:
    October 19, 2019 at 1:24 am

    Looking up is good! And I love the poem.

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  3. Ally Stardust's avatar allysoally says:
    October 15, 2019 at 9:15 am

    Great advice, Joan…

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  4. Dabney's avatar Dabney says:
    October 14, 2019 at 2:24 pm

    “Natural Therapy”? Could be a whole new (old) Thing!? Thanks, as always, for your daily sharing practice!

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  5. BHW's avatar BHW says:
    October 14, 2019 at 12:20 pm

    Definitely living in the present Joan!

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  6. casey harloe's avatar casey harloe says:
    October 14, 2019 at 12:13 am

    I love the sensory language. I love your words. (& would love some coffee now)

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