SparksofWonder
@sparksofwonder.bsky.social
Poetry is a campfire. Come sit with me. For dreamers, seekers, and big-hearted explorers, come get lost in the glow of questions, the flicker of wonder, and the warmth of words that linger long after the fire fades.
The Anatomy of Overflow
I was never meant to be contained.
I am the sway beneath still water,
the hush between heartbeats,
the ache of beauty too wide to hold.
I do not earn my softness—
I am the softness.
The candle’s heat.
The curve of a song that only
I know how to sing.
I was never meant to be contained.
I am the sway beneath still water,
the hush between heartbeats,
the ache of beauty too wide to hold.
I do not earn my softness—
I am the softness.
The candle’s heat.
The curve of a song that only
I know how to sing.
April 2, 2025 at 2:14 PM
The Anatomy of Overflow
I was never meant to be contained.
I am the sway beneath still water,
the hush between heartbeats,
the ache of beauty too wide to hold.
I do not earn my softness—
I am the softness.
The candle’s heat.
The curve of a song that only
I know how to sing.
I was never meant to be contained.
I am the sway beneath still water,
the hush between heartbeats,
the ache of beauty too wide to hold.
I do not earn my softness—
I am the softness.
The candle’s heat.
The curve of a song that only
I know how to sing.
Muladhara
I walked into a hush of scarlet,
Petals swaying like small truths
In the breeze—
Not shouting, just being.
They sky knew my name again.
So did the earth.
Each bloom a mirror
Reflecting who I’d nearly forgotten—
A woman made of wonder,
Not worry.
I walked into a hush of scarlet,
Petals swaying like small truths
In the breeze—
Not shouting, just being.
They sky knew my name again.
So did the earth.
Each bloom a mirror
Reflecting who I’d nearly forgotten—
A woman made of wonder,
Not worry.
April 1, 2025 at 1:52 PM
Muladhara
I walked into a hush of scarlet,
Petals swaying like small truths
In the breeze—
Not shouting, just being.
They sky knew my name again.
So did the earth.
Each bloom a mirror
Reflecting who I’d nearly forgotten—
A woman made of wonder,
Not worry.
I walked into a hush of scarlet,
Petals swaying like small truths
In the breeze—
Not shouting, just being.
They sky knew my name again.
So did the earth.
Each bloom a mirror
Reflecting who I’d nearly forgotten—
A woman made of wonder,
Not worry.
Looking for Grandma
I looked for you in the creak of the floor,
In the kitchen, behind the old pantry door.
I peeked through the curtains and searched in your chair,
Closed my eyes, then opened, willing you there.
I looked for you in the creak of the floor,
In the kitchen, behind the old pantry door.
I peeked through the curtains and searched in your chair,
Closed my eyes, then opened, willing you there.
February 25, 2025 at 2:22 PM
Looking for Grandma
I looked for you in the creak of the floor,
In the kitchen, behind the old pantry door.
I peeked through the curtains and searched in your chair,
Closed my eyes, then opened, willing you there.
I looked for you in the creak of the floor,
In the kitchen, behind the old pantry door.
I peeked through the curtains and searched in your chair,
Closed my eyes, then opened, willing you there.
The Milky Way Cafe
I took a quick trip to the Milky Way Cafe,
Where stars come to sip a coffee or latte.
The moon's on the menu, with sprinkles and cream,
And Saturn spins donuts with a side of sweet dreams.
I took a quick trip to the Milky Way Cafe,
Where stars come to sip a coffee or latte.
The moon's on the menu, with sprinkles and cream,
And Saturn spins donuts with a side of sweet dreams.
February 20, 2025 at 5:54 PM
The Milky Way Cafe
I took a quick trip to the Milky Way Cafe,
Where stars come to sip a coffee or latte.
The moon's on the menu, with sprinkles and cream,
And Saturn spins donuts with a side of sweet dreams.
I took a quick trip to the Milky Way Cafe,
Where stars come to sip a coffee or latte.
The moon's on the menu, with sprinkles and cream,
And Saturn spins donuts with a side of sweet dreams.
The Memory Jar
I’ve got a jar, it’s short but wide,
Where all my memories drift inside.
I twist the lid and peek on through,
At all the things I used to do.
I’ve got a jar, it’s short but wide,
Where all my memories drift inside.
I twist the lid and peek on through,
At all the things I used to do.
February 19, 2025 at 2:19 PM
The Memory Jar
I’ve got a jar, it’s short but wide,
Where all my memories drift inside.
I twist the lid and peek on through,
At all the things I used to do.
I’ve got a jar, it’s short but wide,
Where all my memories drift inside.
I twist the lid and peek on through,
At all the things I used to do.
Wonders Near and Far
They say there are wonders in lands far away,
Where oceans crash loudly, and great mountains sway,
Where pyramids stand, and jungles are vast,
And ancient ruins solemnly speak of the past.
They say there are wonders in lands far away,
Where oceans crash loudly, and great mountains sway,
Where pyramids stand, and jungles are vast,
And ancient ruins solemnly speak of the past.
February 18, 2025 at 2:21 PM
Wonders Near and Far
They say there are wonders in lands far away,
Where oceans crash loudly, and great mountains sway,
Where pyramids stand, and jungles are vast,
And ancient ruins solemnly speak of the past.
They say there are wonders in lands far away,
Where oceans crash loudly, and great mountains sway,
Where pyramids stand, and jungles are vast,
And ancient ruins solemnly speak of the past.