In a chair… On a beach… By the gulf… Only the seagulls for company. Waves breaks… Gulls cry… Breezes blow… As the shore restores my soul. Karri Temple BrackettMay 16, 2023
Category: Prayers/Poetry
Once the temp and humidity climb Each year in early May. I stay inside, let the A/C provide ‘Cause it’s hot both night and day! I’d love to be the type of girl Who enjoys fun in the sun. But if I’m sweating, I ain’t getting Much of anything done! Karri Temple BrackettMay 14, 2023
Swirling, rising, settling, obliterating any sense of direciton or distance. I stumble forward then back again. Not sure which way to turn, where to go, or what to do. Fully consumed by the fog of this day, these decisions, these choices, these reponsibilities. So I stop to get my bearings, To orient myself in the
Kinship…next of kin….family….relations Whether biology or by choice The people who support and sustain us Are our kinfolk. With you I share a bloodline And with you a common interest But we are connected in some way Kindred spirits in a discordant world. Karri Temple BrackettMay 12, 2023 Photos below from a gallery in Crystal
Just breathe. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Calm down; take a breather. In through the nose, out through the mouth. How odd that we must be instructed or reminded on how to consume this most valuable of resources… The air we breathe. Karri Temple BrackettMay 11, 2023
The tulips and daffodils are long gone by the time That April showers bring May flowers to the South. Yet all about our town, lovely flora and fauna are to be found. Mighty Magnolia trees begin to showcase their creamy white blossoms. Roses of every array adorn the lawns of historical homes. The tapestry of
Waiting patiently, To see if it is true that You reap what you sow. Karri Temple BrackettMay 8, 2023
Summer comes early in the South.There is not a chill in the air anymoreEach day when I open the door at sunrise. Heat and humidity greet me. But such is the season. Karri Temple BrackettMay 7, 2023
Sometimes survival is receiving a medical diagnosis Navigating your way across the rivers of medical jargon and procedures And emerging on the other side. Sometimes survival is experiencing the death of a loved one Plodding through the longest days and darkest nights And learning how to live again. And sometimes survival is lying down at
She loved to pick up rocks. Big rocks, small rocks, colorful rocks, rocks that glittered. Sometimes the rocks she collected were mere pieces of gravel. But she would pick them up and take them home. The girl grew older. She stopped collecting rocks on day adventures. She moved out and moved on. Living on her