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I have my window down in my car as I pull to a stop at the light. Music blaring, inhaling exhaust fumes, horns honking, sirens wailing, in a chaotic moment my eyes catch something everyone else has missed. A pair of birds in a nearby tree tending to their nest of young ones, they seem unaware of the confusion around them, focused only of their task. Stopping here, and there, and everywhere during my busy blurring day, what do I see? I see the little things, the ones you normally pay no mind too. A butterfly, floating on a whirlwind and landing on wildflowers growing through concrete cracks during rush hour. A hummingbird, going from home to urban home looking for a nectar feeder, oddly looking at satellite dishes as possible sources. A leafcutter bee, chewing what it needs for nesting material from an overgrown leafy plant in a suburban parking lot. One day melts into another, hardly noticing the difference. The clouds, the sun, the breeze that blows your hair, calling to you. It whispers something to your heart, "step back and breathe the life of everything surrounding you, use your senses". Sitting in my garden, I see birds tending their nest of young ones, they are always welcome here. Sitting in my garden, I see a floating butterfly landing on flowers, you are always welcome here. Sitting in my garden, I see a hummingbird drinking nectar from my bright colored feeder, you are always welcome here. Sitting in my garden, I see a leafcutter bee filling a tube made of reeds to protect their offspring, you are always welcome here. A sanctuary begins in one's own mind, you are free to construct and create from all that is, was, and will be. Welcome......

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Date: 8/24/2024 7:52:00 AM
'A sanctuary begins in one's own mind, you are free to construct and create from all that is, was, and will be.' your have a pair of poetic eyes dear poet. lovely read. congratulations. happy writing.
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Date: 8/24/2024 7:15:00 AM
Dear Dave, As i read your poem i felt like i saw through your words, such descriptive language and imagery! Wel woven and delivered! And I absolutely love how youv written “A sanctuary begins in one's own mind, you are free to construct and create from all that is, was, and will be.” What a powerful ending! Loved this! Nature has a way of healing us … Congratulations on your win.
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Dave Bowers
Date: 11/8/2024 12:54:00 PM
Hello Ink Empress, thank you for your kind words. I had no idea I had even placed in this contest! I am very humbled indeed after reading some of your poems! You have a way with words no doubt, far advanced than I! I have limited time for writing unfortunately as I'm an artist as well. Pick and choose I guess!! Thank you again Empress, be well...........
Date: 8/24/2024 4:34:00 AM
I like how you used the theme to a personal experience.. Congratulations on your placement in the contest..
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Dave Bowers
Date: 11/8/2024 12:57:00 PM
Thank you Silent One for my placement in your contest! I look forward to more contests from you. Thank you again....

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