life: acoustic & amplified

poetry, quotes & thoughts about life

lovely day

Sometimes when all the world seems gray and dun

And nothing beautiful, a voice will cry,

“Look out, look out! Angels are drawing nigh!”

Then my slow burdens leave me, one by one,

And swiftly does my heart arise and run

Even like a child, while loveliness goes by—

And common folk seem children of the sky,

And common things seem shapèd of the sun.

Oh, pitiful! that I who love them, must

So soon perceive their shining garments fade!

And slowly, slowly, from my eyes of trust

Their flaming banners sink into a shade!

While this earth’s sunshine seems the golden dust

Slow settling from that radiant cavalcade.


While Loveliness Goes by Anna Hempstead Branch

there is wonder

in the shape of things

much more than simple function in the form

magnificence in patterns

grace in the traced template

outlining perfection

or a the very least,

mind-boggling excellence

there is magic in design

simply exquisite how I love these things so much

my mind conjures up some of my time-lapsed favorites:

  • cotton candy clouds reorganizing in mid air

🔹ferns unfolding into majestic fans for kingly trees

🔸leaves dancing to the grounded drum beats of rain

♦️random pieces of life naturally shaped into hearts

🔹a thick glass 6 oz coke bottle, icy cold, being pulled from the clanging machine

🔸cupcakes with perfect frosting being deconstructed one finger swipe at a time

♦️the outline of a baby cheek sleeping on the shoulder of the young man in front of you

🔹Rama Desi’s yellow house, complete with intricately drawn chalk sidewalk dragons

🔸the most perfect button I’ve ever seen on a belly


my list must be a million miles long…
ever growing, changing, being continued
as my life changes with each breath I take

the fingers of my imagination slowly, lovingly exploring
touching each one…

…lingering on you…

my mind takes me into other worlds
cinema of beautiful shapes
wealth of living awareness
well beyond limits
the riches of the mystic
always ready whenever we pause for a moment
the details are the delight
we share these visions with each other
(sometimes calling them poems)
these words of this and that
we scribe to describe
to be seen and discovered
our selves
our beautiful universes
our homes
our neighbors
our friends
our families
our lovers
each lingering like sweet honey on the tongue
then continuing on at their own perfect pace

Amy Lloyd



Single Post Navigation

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: