The Balcony poem by Rita Marie Recine

Sitting on my balcony

Every thing is at times nothing

Nothing is at times everything

There is just the perfect breeze

Hair flowing like a chiffon dress

The leaves are moving so slowly, like the wind chime hanging on the shingles of the red painted rooftop.

The façade of the house is etched in stone.

Sitting on my balcony

There is just the perfect breeze

I look and stare …. It is magical whimsical…

The seasons are changing I can see the bark of the tree standing so stoic, wet … cold …

The grass is damp from the fallen rain.

Yet it is so picturesque

The trees are all standing in one straight line

Fresh and interesting, evergreen.

The sky is clear.

A mirror.

The window to the inner self

I see youth.

Today I am older and wise….

With my words I rise

Sitting on my balcony,

There is just the perfect breeze

The whispers of yesterday were heard.

Gallantly spreading their message

The little whisper in my head said ..

You are forever kind

Today I find that this may be true.

Every thing is at times nothing

Nothing is at times everything

Sitting on my balcony and there is just the perfect breeze,

A friend once told me all the masses we cannot please

These words come from raf ..an acquaintance I must say..

An artist herself.

I read her post yesterday

Not all are welcome in the first row

Give credit to those who merit

Sitting on my balcony,

there is just the perfect breeze

Life is a theatrical appearance

Nothing at times is everything

Everything is sometimes nothing..

I pick I choose, wait and see

Who is near me ….in good times, in hardships

Sunny days and in the storms

Our own audiences we choose

Keeping this in mind

We never lose.

Those are the people who are welcome to sit in my front row…

They have merit…I give credit

To them I say Yes

All is earned

This is a lesson I have learned

Sitting on my balcony and there is just the perfect breeze,

Observe your circles of your life
who will encourage and which discourage.

The images of my people are in fragments..

Together it is a play, Broadway, a movie .

The theatre


Sitting on my balcony

Every thing is at times nothing

Nothing is at times everything


focus on quality not quantity..

In camraderie, and in relationships

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Another wonderful poem from Rita Marie Recine, inspired by a poetry prompt from Valeri Beers at The Words of TheVal2000 https://wordsoftheval2000.wordpress.com

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