New beginning calls,
Dreams awaken, hearts ignite,
Will this spark yet flare?
© 2025 WolverineLily🌺
Author’s Note:
As the New Year unfolds, a wave of fresh inspiration has washed over me, imprinting new ideas. This is my very first attempt at writing a Haiku (though I’m not sure I like it), and it feels like a way to capture my hopes and plans for a new beginning. I wish this spark will illuminate the dark path ahead of me in 2025.
Wishing you all a Happy New Year!
Dreams, my child, are treasures deep,
Cradled in your heart where they safely sleep.
While coins and jewels swell with rust,
Your dreams are the riches that defy all dust.
On a tree of wishes, tags swing high,
Soft tears whispered to the everlasting divine sky.
Gold may glitter, diamonds may gleam,
But nobody can ever steal a sweet childhood dream!
Health is wealth, the wise declare,
Yet, dreams have wings beyond compare.
So dream your dreams, chase them far,
A priceless gift—a magical shooting star.
Your dreams are fires that never die,
A beaming lighthouse—guiding you through the night.
So dream big, dear child, the world is wide,
Open your heart, let your dreams soar with pride.
© 2024 WolverineLily🌹
Amidst the warmth of a golden day,
Reality alighted on my shoulders.
Its big eyes pierced through mine,
Penetrating the deepest cellar of my soul;
Time’s relentless run paused—for a beat.
I sat on my paddleboard,
Soft waves caressing it tenderly, like a lullaby.
I drifted…
Enveloped by a floating magic carpet of infinite blue…
I marveled at the sunlight’s delicate strokes,
Feathering the crests of waves.
All calm as it was blue;
Infinite, linear, and placid.
In this evanescent flash,
Time stretched for breaths,
In slow, harmonic sways,
While birds above
Soared as freely as my thoughts.
I surrendered my worries,
Opening the door to joy and gratitude,
Their bold entrance filling my heart
With peace and serenity.
I spread my fragile, ethereal wings
And released my spirit to rise high,
Beyond enchanted realms,
Surpassing all earthly bliss.
Just for a moment…
For this is short-lived contentment.
In that ephemeral flight, the wind’s whisper
Reminded me of reality awaiting my return.
Like a brief summer breeze,
Life passes swiftly;
Our precious time is fleeting
— a spark in the shadow of eternity.
Soon, we’ll drown
In the endless night of forever-darkness.
Like a rock plummeting into the deepest canyon,
We’ll become a hollow thud—
A forgotten echo in numbed stillness.
Every memory of us disintegrating,
Into grains in dust scattered by the wind.
© 2024 WolverineLily🌹
Children are like vast parachutes,
Tethered to a mother’s back.
They tug with mighty force,
Holding her back,
Preventing her from chasing her dreams.
It’s disheartening to watch others—
Fulfilling dreams,
Finding success—
While we, as mothers,
Remain stagnant,
Silent.
Our hearts screaming within,
Ripping to break free.
Despite the relentless pullbacks,
Keep moving forward—
Step by steady step,
No matter how slow the climb.
One day, the winds will shift.
The parachute will sway,
Its once-heavy weight
Will become your wings,
Lifting you forward, upward—
Like a tornado claiming the sky.
You’ll soar higher than ever before,
Grasping dreams you once thought lost.
So don’t surrender.
Stay focused.
Let resistance guide your rise.
© 2024 WolverineLily
Wolverine Lily 