crucial some would say
the space between then and now
fluctuates between right
and wrong, expected
obviously.
looking back – foolish,
forward eventually becomes – available.
we possess forward.
when shared,
is it ever really your own?
Time
Tag Archives: Photography
Summons
ringlets the color of copper pennies
arms stretched out into blue,
wildflowers in lilac are hidden
yet aching to appear.
a vision in giggles while the swoosh
of her skirt passes through,
blissful pockets of lush blankets,
as the sun summons her here.
now bound in heaven upon earth
swells abide in precise hues
did Aurora lead the way or
simply twilight, craving her near.
Desire’s Recapitulation
to admire – positive judgement
assume greatness
adoration – deepened affection
fulfilled within greatness
to consume – accede desire
ravenous acts of duty
obssess – diminish reality
mistreat self
If …
if you played the guitar, I’d listen
watch your fingers sort the notes
classic bass tones mutter,
they’re the ones I love the most
if painting was your passion
topography comes to mind
blues depicting life in detail
I’d sit pretty within the sky line
if the voyage across the seas
called you away; waking the beast inside
use your mind, I’d plea
wouldn’t be like you to hide
if photography was your passion
and you found me teary-eyed in wonder
nature hook’d a poetess of attraction
and to know her is to love her
Renaissance
evaluate with the eyes of Hamlet
allow your breath to stop
hand to hand you may notice
the love you feel you may not
Wide Open
magic seemed to crackle its way
through the clouds for twilight
tonight,
a sparkler held by the hand we all know.
little orbs of hot air spun bright
spehers of knowledge,
seemed to be blown
just out of reach from where
I stood,
yet life looked alive as
the pastels spread
and something felt just as
it should.
Made to Display
someone should claim her
take her straight home
pink like cotton candy
and made for a throne
Vulnerability
we’re supposed to be thankful,
even prepared for adventure,
makes us tougher.
I didnt ask, and strength is relative.
Bitter
Pristine in color
brings laughter along to play
causes wistfulness.
I’d beg, but daylight is fleeting.
Revelation
Snowflakes’ touch is delicate
lips ruby red; passionate
my tongue quick to taste.
The water slows, and life quiets.
Peace
Forethought
reckless eyes fixate
messy shallows glistening
don’t sip water
With Change
when gathering
for granddad’s funeral
no one’s vehicle tires turned into the yard similarly.
even gravel sounded different as folks drove in and chose a place to park.
the earth where his brown Ford pickup had been parked for nearly 70 years
– until Uncle drove it away –
had grass growing again,
but had for nearly fifteen years, I suppose.
I wonder if I’m the only one
who noticed. I never asked.
Accessories
a wooden hand cross holds
my hand back; touched
a child’s toy soldier to remind
me daily of him; once protected
a rock from the mountains; pure
joy exists.
Compartmentalized needs.
Keepsake
flora attending
reminders beckon hither
pastel sweet cream
Reminder
who we are is decided
yet ever flowing, correct?
be the breeze; gentle and free
be steadfast in image, thought
and deeds,
I see you, Mr. Redbird, I see you
watching me among the debris.
Your tweet insists following
or even a reminder you’re near,
but most of all its a sign
I do know love, and hello new year.
Up There
watched the stars, after dark last night
in and out the door I’d go
this to the bin and that, the shed
eyes towards the black sky
stars like lights, I thought
looks busier up there, I mutter
Patience
Where did my thoughts go
Back burner, they’d disclose
Who chased me away
A silly dream, I’d say
How come I’m quiet
Learning my place, but I digress
What’s the plan
To heal and begin again, I guess
When will you emerge
Today.
Audacity
Fight
for where
the breath
you take
comes
with ease
Spirit of the Day
the concern within my eyes –
twilight assumes as its own,
my faith breathes.
gone is nearly today, as dust billows
life continues, work sets the pace
the echoes of yesterday
further behind, as tomorrow
eagery awaits.
Cicadas joyful within the trees,
remembering to honor those
before the sun sets,
pups howl against the breeze.
Light, use your glow,
dusk determines goodnight –
we’ll pause – alongside the tea kettle.
The future, only God knows, yet I whisper ideas as
the spirit of the day settles.
Natural Leisure
wrapped tightly now
opportunity hydrates
freedom giggling
Your Power
When days drag, here in the office alone and the optimism is low,
There’s this; your quick video of the open road.
My smile begins across the eyes, a sparkle creates a giggle, my mind senses your truth.
I’m not there but I feel the energy you often exude.
A tractor trailer rolls on down the road, spit causes the shine, and your power is felt by everyone as you drive along by.
Yet, Little Deuce Coupe, is the tune you’re singing, tapping your cowboy boot against the pedal: a musical pair unlike any other.
And I grin, because I’m proud of you, who you are, and wish I was riding along, Big Brother.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 