Simple Bliss

Simple Bliss

By Annette Camp

November 15, 2024

The morning air brushing my face, 

the silence brings the promise of the day.

I find enjoyment in picnics by a body of water,

summer spilling its warmth onto a shared blanket.

In spring and fall, I seek the open road,

sunroof framing the vast sky above.

Road trips stretch time —

a moving canvas of possibility.

Winter calls for art, theater and

galleries where the colors of other lives

spill into mine, with the lure of new worlds.

But home is where I snuggle into stillness.

I don’t watch much TV,

but the rhythm of a cooking show

stirs my own creations, spices dancing, 

the kitchen alive with intention.

Sedentary moments find me content:

a game with friends, a book,

or the creation of poetry,

words spilling like water from a dam.

There is beauty in the tiny things:

sunlight slicing through the blinds,

songs belted out in joyful defiance of silence,

the coziness of freshly dried sheets.

I treasure deep laughter that spills into tears,

conversations that stitch hearts together,

the fleeting yet infinite bloom

of split-second gratitude.

My life is created from the ordinary,

and made extraordinary by living simply.

In the moments walked, I find my bliss,

a blessing held in what already is.

The Quiet Hum

The Quiet Hum

By Annette Camp

November 15, 2024

At this time in my life,

I crave the quiet hum of the ordinary—

a soft chair by the window,

the sun laying its hands on my face,

a life stitched together

by moments so small they might be overlooked,

yet they swell with the weight of fulfillment.

I want a life drawn by intention,

where each act is a seed,

its fruit ripened with meaning,

where the thread of our connection

is spun with care, defining what follows,

unfolding a story of purpose.

I yearn for a partner unafraid

to leap into happiness,

to love as if the heart

has never known fracture,

to hold my hand not with possession,

but with courage and wonder.

Together, may we uncover beauty

in the cracks of the everyday,

in the hush of morning dew,

in the laugh lines of an evening shared.

Let us speak truths that carry 

light to the shadowed places,

our words warming 

like the first rays of dawn.

Aware that life comes only once,

may we live as though we’ve just discovered

its fragile singularity—

every morning a blessing,

every walk a revelation.

Let us hold one another in that rare,

fleeting moment where destiny pauses,

and everything, for a breath,

feels within reach.

I want the ordinary—

soft and sweet, exhilarating and still,

a canvas where love paints possibility

in strokes of gratitude, passion, and respect.

Each day begins with the 

quiet promise I hold close:

The best is yet to be.

Worth the Risk

Worth the Risk

By Annette Camp

November 3, 2024

Craving deep connections

means stepping out on a

ledge, knowing the ground 

beneath might be uncertain. 

Yet, trusting that some

souls are worth the risk,

because they feel like a

warm, familiar blanket. 

Laughter comes easy,

silence feels safe and the

spaces between words are

filled with understanding. 

There is no need to rush

in this dance of souls.

Move with the grace of

intention and take your time.

Knowing that every

step forward brings you

nearer to the heart of

what you seek and long for.

Let each choice be deliberate,

like selecting fruit at its

ripest, knowing that true

connections are the sweetest. 

Here I Lay

Here I Lay

By Annette Camp

October 17, 2024

It runs deep.

It's in my

bones and

the core of

my being.

It's on my

face. It's 

in my hugs.

Yet, I remain

in silence.

I want to be

at her side

as she moves

through life, to

hold her hand.

I wait to

hear her

voice and

see her eyes

once again.

She's trapped

in my head 

and my heart.

She has to

know this.

But here I

lay with my

love for her

unspoken. 

Yet, undenied.