What a Canvas!
April 9, 2018
What a canvas! The sky and I, we drift together. Deep, mysterious, unpredictable, colorful. Oh sky reign down on me, reign all of your colors on me. Paint me, paint all of me.
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Silence
May 13, 2017
Melodies stir among the branches, soft clear echoes. Tranquility infused. A lover’s first touch brushes past my face my neck my arm. A stirring a shedding an invisible drape cascades away. A fullness of nothing…..of everything. Blood pulses through my veins. My Breathe moves the air And the silence listens.
Clutter in my drawers. Clutter in the woods.
April 13, 2017
Last week I was in that mood: You know the one, where clutter shouts from the corners, the pockets, the drawers, even the rooftops! The only reasonable thing to do was to lace up my boots and go for a walk in the woods. Thank goodness I did. Do you know what I found? I … More Clutter in my drawers. Clutter in the woods.
The Art of Being
April 10, 2017
I am here I am there Lingering Moments Don’t last Savor Memory Bending twisting So pliable Almost unbreakable I think Lingering Moments … More The Art of Being
“Untouchably” Touched
April 4, 2017
The sky is a crisp cold blue, I lay on our blue couch reading the Snow Child. I well with emotion upon the words; “In my old age I see that life itself is often more fantastic and terrible than the stories we believed in as children, and that perhaps there is no harm in … More “Untouchably” Touched
A Drift
April 3, 2017
Splotches of paint thrown on the canvas of my mind Dripping, slowly through my words … More A Drift
The Reunion
April 2, 2017
I could hear them through my smell. Walking through a canopy of trees I stumbled into their conversation Crisp, cold ice dancing with mossy, rich mud. Greeting one another. One yawning, ready for rest Nodding wearily The other smiling … More The Reunion
Sunshine and Metal
January 1, 2017
New Year’s Eve was a rich memorable series of laughters. Let’s rephrase that, uncontrollable laughters. I love when that happens. You know it’s been good when your sides ache and like a hot yoga class you somehow feel rinsed, fresh, light! Six fifteen AM I awoke to a throbbing head, a slightly sour stomach and … More Sunshine and Metal
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