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I keep blurry pictures. They remind me life is not always in sharp focus and there are times to step back, pause, and reflect.

The spirit wearies

A voice from within speaks

Seeks reflective time.

Quietly turn inward

Listen to an inner voice

Seek counsel and wisdom.

Pay homage and celebrate

While pain reveals character

New paths carved into wilderness.

Cherish each moment’s gift

Arrival and departure

Grateful for life.


About ivonprefontaine

I completed a PhD at Gonzaga University in Spokane, WA. Previously, I taught for 20 years and taught for 15 years in a wonderful hybrid school. My dissertation topic and research were how certain teachers experience becoming who teachers. In teaching and leanring, I am a boundary-crosser who understands moving ahead is a leap of faith. Teaching is a calling and vocation to express who I am as a person. Currently, I am waiting and listening to what calls me next. I am an educator, phenomenologist, scholar, boundary-crosser, published poet, author, parent, grandparent, and spouse.

20 responses »

  1. You have a sharp focus on one of the branches of that tree on the left… I like the poem.

  2. Lovely poem expressing life… It (life) sure is a mixture…!

  3. i like blurry pictures very nice poem as well!

  4. Thoughtful and beautiful, great insight Ivon πŸ™‚

  5. Love the poem, and the idea… life is often a blur, I feel…..

  6. Love the reflective notes in this. πŸ™‚

  7. I love your poem.

  8. Lovely poem and photographs!


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