Many thanks!

 

 

 

Thank so much to everyone who has visited my blog and

liked” and/or become a follower.

Thanks also to those who just stopped by. I truly

appreciate each and every one of you!

I am happy to say that

I have reached the magical number of 100!

Yes, 100 followers that is!

I could not have accomplished this without you,

and a huge accomplishment it is, as I have not been

in this blogging game very long. How awesome

it is to share an arena with so many talented

and like-minded people who seem to get me.

It has been a pleasure to make your acquaintance

and I look forward to growing with you and

learning from you as I grow in my own writing.

I will strive to continue to bring you content

that you can thoroughly enjoy!

I am inspired by all of you! Many blessings and love to you all!

Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

 

 

 

 

A Heart in Bloom

 

 

A heart that blooms opens deep and wide,

unselfishly allowing love full entry inside.

With each new petal, aburst and new,

uncovers another colorful layer or two.

The secret cocooned and so well protected,

has been slowly revealed and carefully detected.

Love is in the air, which is the main reason,

a heart that blooms is always in season.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

A Broken Heart

A broken heart,

rapidly beating as it

shatters into a million pieces.

Shards of pain as thin as glass

scattered about in disarray.

The heart’s eye sees its reflection

among the shiny emotional debris

Unable to imagine its original wholeness.

Pain and emotion spill

from the heart’s tender center

like vivid life’s blood.

Dripping in a sorrowful rhythm

as it mourns its brokenness.

Broken for now but the true beauty

lies in its ability to become whole again.

Every piece coming back together.

The heart is broken no more

as it pumps new life’s blood….

until the next time.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

 

Every day is Mother’s Day

 

 

A designated day to commemorate

all the wonderful mothers.

A nice thought but these women

are mothers every day of the week.

Not just for one day

that has been decided on

as “the” day.

Mothers across the world

are holding things down

taking care of their families.

Some in school and holding down a 9-5

A friend, a daughter and so much more.

Mothers get up and do their duty

consistently and without a second thought.

Countless moments of frustration

and despair, as theirs is a huge undertaking.

And not everyone is a great mother.

But at the end of the day

they do the best they can

with what they have.

After all, that’s what a mother is…

one who makes things happen

no matter what the odds are.

A thankless job, motherhood can sometimes be

But a huge “thank you” is indeed in order.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

 

Burning Embers of Passion

 

Burnt orange embers glow endlessly,

beneath the smokey flames

that we have created.

Our starving souls hunger for

untamed spirits to intertwine

The smoke of the flames smolder feverishly.

Our hearts searching and yearning for more.

Unquenchable and insatiable

are we, for we burn in eternity

Through hearts of fire,

driven by passion-filled

supreme love and desire.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

 

The Woman in the Mirror

 

A mirrored reflection holds the painful truth,

Blossoming beauty is not what I find.

My image has not changed much over time,

The years have not been kind.

Daily I struggle to ignore the reflection,

that boldly stares right back,

A constant reminder of all my flaws,

and everything else that I lack.

My skin is uneven, my hair is a mess

and my lips are much too big.

My sanctuary lies in a deep, dark hole,

that I long since started to dig.

However, I’m becoming weary of this,

while hiding from the mirror everyday.

It’s time to face the truth head on,

and view myself in a different way.

Slowly, I’m starting to realize,

God has blessed me far deeper than the eye.

For too long, I’d been kicking myself,

asking my reflection, “Why?”

But my reflection has answered me all along;

for the mirror reflects the truth.

I’ve been blessed with a beauty so profoundly deep,

and the woman in the mirror is proof.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Fingertip-sation!

 

I remember that night,

when you washed my hair.

As I melted in the heat,

that your hands did share.

 

The massage was so wonderful,

your hands were a gift.

You relaxed me completely,

I was tempted to drift.

 

I received so much pleasure,

from your wonderful fingers.

My skin still tingles,

for the memory does linger.

 

Now, every time that I wash my hair,

I’ll remember that night,

when your hands were there…

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall