Sunday, January 31, 2016


Just Doodling

I sit in quiet space doing what I do.
My morning is happening to me
as I read, write, draw
in joy of my solitude.
Once in a while, I look out
to see my mountains, 
the way a lover glances at her beloved
to validate love.

I use the word "my" in jest.
Morning, solitude, mountains.
They're not mine.
Not even love possesses.

All I have is Me,
composite of all I have lived.
I own nothing except my birthright quest
to shed layers of shadows 
that hide me, keep me
from the gift, the real, the quirky
uniqueness of who I am.

So, I sit in my quiet space,
to do what I do.
I accept.

(For Poets United.)



  1. How I resonate with this poem, Myrna....the joy in solitude, the look at your beloved mountains, as one looks at a lover......the acceptance. Loved this.

  2. I enjoyed this very much and read it twice, in fact. And by the way, your "doodles" are much more than doodles. You're quite gifted.

  3. Beautiful.
    And I am so very grateful that you share the pearl revealed as you peel back shadows.

  4. We are who we are and accepting that is so important. This is a beautifully written post.

  5. Oh I really love this... how we really use the word my and mine... somehow we know it's never ours... but it's our senses... the vision we have of the mountain is yours.. and you can only share your feelings...

  6. Love this - the peace and beauty, the questioning, then back to a deeper acceptance.

  7. There is such wisdom in this beautiful poem Myrna - true we don't own the mountains or the world around us but i think respect for it makes us part of it..and solitude not loneliness can bring much peace and healing

  8. Beautifully done, I guess each one of us are born to do something special which we discover as time moves on :D

    Lots of love,

  9. lu the claim to ownership yet the reality of nothingness


    much love...

  10. the way a lover glances at her beloved
    to validate love .. loved that

  11. This is beautiful, Myrna. So reflective. So true. Indeed all each one of us has is ourselves. I think we need to remind ourselves of this sometime.

  12. This is so beautiful...the acceptance that all we have totally is ourselves.
    A very wise and profound poem :)

  13. Acceptance ... that is, truly, where the serenity in this life is to be found. A thoughtful piece, beautifully rendered. And as an aside - I love the pix of you and the dogs. Delightful!

  14. Yes, we like to possess the outside world, my, mine...while the real value is our inner world, what we're doing now - you said that. Solitude it's BIG. Love your doodles.

  15. Beautiful poem.

    In joy of my solitude...

    Once in a while...

    I like your doodle. You are a good artist.