The Forgetful Philosopher

 

Oh, memories of sorrow, please take a hike,

Pack your bags and catch the next bike.

Life’s too short for brooding and tears,

I’ve decided to laugh for the rest of my years.

That breakup? Who? Was it Joe or Jon?

Can’t recall—was it nine or ten?

The time I tripped in front of the class?

It’s now just a tale of my graceful sass.

Bills unpaid and that dent on my car,

I blame it on Mercury retrograde’s bizarre!

The boss who yelled, “You’re late again!”

What’s his name? Oh, it’s gone down the drain.

I’ve trained my brain to misplace the gloom,

Stuffed it all in a forgotten room.

When sadness knocks, I just giggle instead,

“Sorry, no vacancy in my head!”

So here’s to amnesia, my new best friend,

A goofy companion until the end.

Forget life’s troubles, let joy be your blast,

The future’s too funny to dwell on the past!

Poetry Prompt: 

Sumana's prompt "Forgetfulness" at What's Going On?

A pocketful of sunshine and 

🌿 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮 & 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓽𝓱 🌿

Life is a mix of highs and lows, joys and struggles. Today, I pause to reflect on the beauty of it all—the good moments that warm my soul and the challenges that test my spirit.

Every triumph teaches me gratitude.

Every setback builds my strength.

I am thankful for the lessons hidden in pain and the blessings wrapped in love. Both have shaped who I am and continue to guide me toward becoming better, stronger, and more resilient.

Let’s embrace every chapter, every twist, and every turn with a heart full of gratitude and unwavering strength. 💪

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲?

A pocketful of sunshine and 

 

In Awe of God's Creation

 

At dawn’s quiet edge, I stand in awe,

The sky a canvas without flaw.

Darkness lingers, yet light takes its place,

A gentle promise of boundless grace.

The night retreats as colors bloom,

Hope awakening in the gloom.

Each ray of light, a whispered call:

God’s love sustains and conquers all.

In every shadow, His hand is near,

Through darkest times, His light is clear.

The heavens proclaim, in beauty profound,

His glory eternal, His mercies unbound.

⚖️⚖️⚖️

This morning, I stood still, marveling at the breathtaking beauty of God’s creation. The sky at dawn was a canvas of quiet wonder—a deep, tranquil darkness that still held the promise of light. It was as if the first rays of day were gently pushing against the night, reminding me that no matter how heavy the darkness may seem, it cannot hold back the light.

In that moment, I felt a deep peace, knowing that just as the dawn breaks, so too does God’s faithfulness. His mercies are new every morning, His light is ever constant, and His hand is always at work—even in the shadows.

How majestic is our Creator, who paints the heavens with such purpose! It’s a reminder that, even in our darkest times, His light is ready to break through, bringing hope, renewal, and grace.

Psalm 19:1 says, “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.” And this morning, they surely did. ☀️

A pocketful of sunshine and 

The Healing Embrace

 

When words feel sharp, and hearts feel torn,

A hug can mend what speech has worn.

No need for wisdom, no need for sound,

Just arms that wrap and love profound.

For in that touch, a soul can heal,

A quiet proof of care that’s real.

So save the lecture, let it wait—

A hug can open healing’s gate.

⚖️⚖️⚖️

In times of struggle, what people often need most is not advice but connection and understanding. Offering a lecture to someone who is hurting can come across as dismissive or even judgmental, unintentionally deepening their pain. A hug, however, conveys warmth, empathy, and unconditional support, often saying more than words ever could. It reminds them they’re not alone and that their emotions are valid. While advice has its place, it’s the power of human connection—expressed through a simple embrace—that can truly comfort and heal in moments of vulnerability.

A pocketful of sunshine and 

Red Roses For Dad

 

Bright blooms of crimson, petals wide,

A memory of love, my heart’s soft guide.

They speak of warmth, of joy, of grace,

Of moments shared, your smiling face.

Oh, red roses, so vivid, so true,

Each petal whispers, “I remember you.”

Your favorite flower, a beacon of cheer,

Now carries my love when I draw near.

At your resting place, I gently lay,

A bouquet of roses to brighten the day.

They stand like sentinels, strong and proud,

A tribute of love beneath the cloud.

Though you’re gone, your spirit remains,

In laughter, in lessons, in life’s refrains.

The roses I bring are more than they seem—

They’re pieces of love, woven with dreams.

Poetry prompt:

Say It With Flowers at "What's Going On?"

A pocketful of sunshine and