Painting with Words

By- Traci Taylor
January 2017

The calming rhythm
of leaves falling
losing their picturesque golden browns
at the end of autumn
on the cusp of a frigid winter

Nighttime paints the sky
the darkest color of blue
midnight strikes
and only the moon is left to lighten the sky

Within life
lives are influenced by strangers
who pass us by in moments
that expand sometimes into years
time isn’t the determination
of how deep their footprints impact

Standing still
on the horizon of a warm spring evening
surrounded by blossoming flowers
that grow like a metaphor for hope
with all of their colors of the rainbow

Nature is the writer’s
can of paint
to place feelings stuck
in an overactive mind
soon to be formed
into words that project feeling



By- Traci Taylor
July 2016

In the middle of a forest
searching for the coastline

Knowing well that it is miles
from where we both stand
beneath the crunching leaves of autumn

The eyes of the future
look as rigorously exposed as my heart

Yet looking away from the pupils
of what possibilities that are awaiting –
my discovery; only peaks curiosity

Gazing into the blue sky above
through gaps of the colossal trees

A sudden epiphany
that discovering love in the forest
is wiser than seeking the unmarked ocean
while you are surrounded by the beauty of now.

The Tide

By- Traci Taylor
June 2015

Within focus, my grasp loosened
I lost the control within the tide
Swiftly the waves pulled me under.

Instinct is what kept me thriving
digging for the fight to continue on.
Promising myself to never live beneath the sea

Pressures of the ocean can be dangerous
Deceived within its beauty I let go
Finding my footing I rose above sea level-
learning to always look ahead, never behind.

In Search of Better Days

By- Traci Taylor
March 2015

Among the horizon of city lights
I gaze out and feel a smile form on my face.
The comfort of lights is my substitute for the lack of a salty ocean breeze.

Discovering peace outside of myself,
I’ve learned to appreciate my surroundings.
There is discoverable gratitude in the world.

No longer are the days filled with grey sky bitterness
Even in the snowy days there exists peace in the cold.
Sometimes it is a matter of realizing it’s about perspective.

How we view unfortunate weather may reveal a lot
about the genuine insight of who we are.
To appreciate a thunderstorm is to see the sunshine of hope for better days.

Eyes Closed

By- Traci Taylor
December 2014

With eyes closed the smell of the ocean becomes more significant.
The sound of the waves crashing is like music to the ears.

Certain moments in time bring the senses to life.
Songs of the past unravel memories from the distance

Music is the soothing bridge to inner peace.
Words and rhythm combined create colorful poetry.

The musician is the most powerful story teller,
Relating to the hopeful people effortlessly with their words.

With eyes closed the world maintains its beauty,
wherever music is heard like the high tide of the ocean.

Begin Again

By- Traci Taylor
November 2014

It was the smell of the bitter cold air,
so crisp and refreshing.

It was the sun beating down,
giving effort to warm the frosted window pane.

It was the colors among the horizon,
as the trees seemed to envelop the light of the day.

It was the sliver of hope that was felt,
similar to the sensation of a small child’s laughter,

It was the anticipation of knowing,
every morning holds the opportunity to begin again.

Park Bench

By- Traci Taylor
October 2014

As I was sitting on a park bench just the other day, I began to imagine how much significance it must hold. How many people fell in love, or how many had their hearts broken on this bench. It’s someone’s safe place to visit on a day where they just need silence and a good book. Something so simple we do not realize holds so much importance to humanity. A sense of sadness and happiness rushed through me simultaneously while all of those thoughts were processing.

Then I began to ponder about those things that occur on a park bench and how they are similar to the moments that happen in life. People come and go into each other’s lives every day. Strangers become lovers and vice versa.

It could have been the peaceful autumn day or the book I had in my hands that made me reflect. Sitting in the park, in silence, on that bench seeing strangers pass by every moment can make someone question things. It made me consider the reason why I was amongst everyone else sitting in the park. I was there trying to seek happiness in a place I once felt the most love in my life.

Being in the park, reading a book, alone with my own thoughts is where I truly appreciated the life I was living. For so long I was unaware that discovering and loving who you are is the answer to happiness in this life.

In that park, on that bench I notice lovers both young and old spending their days together. Both couples believing so strongly in love, it is as if no one else around them exists. Their time is now, or forever. No one ultimately knows how long their love will last, but it exists in that moment, on that park bench. I still consider myself to be a hopeless romantic, despite my own shortcomings in past relationships. As I sat on that park bench alone, I no longer felt envious of the lovers surrounding me, but a simple sense of joy.

Losing love in life should not make a person bitter, but in fact make them grow as a human being. The unhappiness I had been feeling, slowly faded away. As I looked out into the golden scenery of October and back down to my book, I smiled. I was ultimately on the track I have been trying to focus on for months, and one I had ignored my whole life. Finally I no longer felt like I was destroying myself, I was beginning to love who I am.

With age many people start to lose their sense of wonder or longing for true love. I think hopeless romantics and park benches have a lot in common. If a person can find peace by sitting on a park bench alone on an autumn day, it is quite possible they are the type of person that has been broken yet still believes in true love. The benches in a park hold as many memories as the people that sit on them. Whether it is finding self love or loving another person, sometimes all that is needed is a walk through the park.