A moment away
Merely breathe into that thought
And the moment’s here
©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben
Sometimes, I just sit and wonder
When there is no storm, what becomes of thunder
If it can’t find a rumble for some enjoyment
Can it apply for unemployment
©2018 Annette Rochelle Aben
Oh, to see the light
When genius blossoms as thought
Nothing else exists
©2017 Annette Rochelle Aben
Perhaps in your life
You may have heard words, unkind
They were someone’s fear
How you have blossomed
Shows the world you know the truth
And that’s what matters
©2017 Annette Rochelle Aben
There were these really soft clouds and they hung in the air surrounded by a pale blue sky; it was as if there were nothing but the clouds, they were everywhere. They seemed as if they were just marking time, taking up space, laying claim to their location; heck, one may have even thought they were so relaxed, that those clouds were on vacation. So they were as far as the eye could see, in suspended animation high above the trees. And I was just about to let them be when I got the strangest feeling that they were thinking about me.
©2015 Annette Rochelle Aben