by Rachel Toalson | Poetry
Love
Love shows up gently
in bodies and words—softly,
unannounced, startling.
Love and Marriage
The steps aren’t always
perfect, but the dance turns out
all right in the end.
Love Story
It is a story
of love, passion, and knowing—
this story with you.
These are excerpts from Life: a definition of terms, a book of haiku poetry. For more of Rachel’s poems, visit her Reader Library page, where you can get a couple of volumes for free.
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by Rachel Toalson | Poetry
Lying in bed
On a chilly winter morning, the
Velvety touch of limbs and heat an
Expanse of blissful being
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by Rachel Toalson | Poetry
How You Get Lost
listen to them talk
look at their art
read words
find stories
they’re all so good
so put together
so desired
and creative
and sharp
and even though
they’re meant
to be inspiring
what you do
is compare
one life to another
theirs so far
above this one
you have
and somehow you feel
diminished
overlooked
unworthy
like the world
could not hold space
for the both of you
like you will
never be known
for great
let their successes
stop you
this is how
you get lost
How You Get Found
know who you are
know what you love
know the world
needs it
then do it
this is how
you get found
This is an excerpt from This is How You Know: a book of poetry. For more poetry, visit my starter library, where you can get some for free.
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by Rachel Toalson | Poetry
Pants
Finding a good book
is like putting on comfy
pants. Everything fits.
Reading
The day was perfect
for traipsing around, reading
a book’s lovely truth.
Stories
My favorite time with
children is the magical
hour of stories.
These are excerpts from The Magical Hours, a book of haiku poetry. For more of Rachel’s poems, visit her Reader Library page, where you can get a couple of volumes for free.
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by Rachel Toalson | Poetry
Green like his
eyes
Green like the grass
where I used to sit
in the shade,
beneath trees,
with a book,
reading away my reality
Green like the car
we called a boat
that didn’t have
working seat belts
in the back.
Green like the magnolias
that bloomed while he
waxed his yellow truck
Green like the air
around us
when he left
Green like his
eyes
by Rachel Toalson | Poetry
New Year
The new year begins
with fanfare, but the quiet
moments pave its way.
Happiness
We play a game of
Uno, laughing till we cry
It’s all in good fun
Advice
The whole world’s working
against you. You might lose. Fight
damn hard anyway.
These are excerpts from Life: a definition of terms, a book of haiku poetry. For more of Rachel’s poems, visit her Reader Library page, where you can get a couple of volumes for free.
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