Saturday, May 30, 2015

When Was the Last Time You Felt Awe?

by Rachel Hoyt

Along the way
wonder can stray,
end up on glassy ponds.

Amazing things
whip off of wings,
end up inside bird songs.

A night pitch dark
warms with one spark,
each light a sparkling hook.

Always around,
we seek, it's found,
each time we stop to look.

Copyright © 2015 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.

This poem was inspired by an article on Jezebel about the importance of experiencing awe. Recent studies have shown it can make you a nicer person.

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Saturday, May 16, 2015

Do You Ever Feel Like Everyone Wants Your "Spare" Change?

Pocket Change
by Rachel Hoyt

image by hin255

My pockets are always empty.
I never have any spare change.
I pinch and pinch, but my pennies
all seem to roll straight down the drain.

Banks helped me to have 'cash' a plenty
which, at first, seemed a little strange,
then the plastic began to appease
my pockets by pampering their pain.

Perhaps my pockets now envy
the plastic - they asked for your change.
They said, if I steal all your pennies,
my dreams will crawl back up the drain.

Copyright © 2015 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.