Poetry

The Brightest Angel

The brightest Angel

slides on her spectacles,

and smiles.

It’s the painting

of us

that she loves the most.

She soaks the brush tip once more:

crystal blue and white,

and she paints

until her miracle

is perfect.

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A Blog a Day in May

Darling May

Darling May.

How I have adored you.

How you will linger

always

like the scent of cherry-chocolate

and minty tea

on me.

Delicious May.

How you have moved me.

Opened my bright,

and soothed my aching

day.

Oh, May.

Ever my darling,

May.

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To my dearest blog friends,

I can’t tell you how much I’ve enjoyed spending these days of May with you all, spilling my heart out, my joy, my sadness— my everything. Thank you for reading my words. Thank you for absorbing my hidden extras. Thank you for your friendship, your compassion, your insight.

Thank you for your inspiration.

It’s been fun. 🙂

Lots of love, Brooke.

Ps. See you tomorrow. And the next day. And the next. And probably the next. Because how could I leave you now? Let’s see how this blog post a day works out for a bit longer shall we? xx

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Rainy Days

The Sun once told me not to run from the rain.

It told me to seek it.

To cherish it.

To never forget that, without the rain,

beauty misses out on its chance to grow.

Now, when the rain comes, I get my coat.

And I sit.

And I wait.

I wait until I am certain

that happily ever after

has begun again.

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A Perfect New Day

I’ve fallen into a bramble of life’s loose ends.

A body, a mind, a heart—

weary,

and in a tumble

of the most beautiful ugly day.

Come find me

when my words are a song,

once again.

Come meet me at the rise

of a perfect

new

day.

(Hello, you lot. 🙂 I just wanted to take a moment to break the fourth wall and say: I’ve so adored meeting you all here, every day in May. You are one of my happiest reasons. Thanks for being such a lovely part of this perfect new day. xx Brooke)

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Poetry

The Ocean of Me

I close my eyes

and the warm wind becomes my breath.

This wind—

it whispers into the ocean of me, into the dark

of my waters, deep.

It hands me the calm of the moon,

and it grants me the strength of the sky.

This wind—

this warm, lovely wind.

It reminds me that sometimes

life is best left as a question

without an answer.

It reminds me that

it’s okay to let the dark water rise,

sometimes.

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