Visions of cheese

My bags not packed,
not ready to go
leaving on a jet plane.
Waking to thunder crashes
lightning storms lashing
the atmosphere.
Dogs run wild in the darkness
too early for me to be drenched
flashlight shines on glowing eyes
like hounds of hell coming forth.
I watch the web coming in and out
power out here and there.
Drippy wet dog stares at me
dragging on the rug
I sing a bit of Steppenwolf
the magic carpet ride
she looks at me unimpressed.
Coffee hot and eyes adjusting
pondering what to pack
in my travel bag,
heading to the land of cheese
a happy mouse indeed,
to bring some home or not,
that will be the question
and should I bring a bigger bag?
How much will fit?
What will the TSA say
if I have a big bag full
of lovely cheddar, creamy swiss,
maybe a fine Monterey….
so many choices
mouth waters and I’m not even there yet.
Dog rides the carpet once more,
my little girl Cheezit, hmm wonder if there
might be a connection of thought
this early morning.
Just saying.

Traveling for business so I might be in and out for the next two days, off in Wisconsin eating cheese…while doing actual work of course.

Eyes and Stars


Beauty of skies and stars and a true heart of a friend.

Originally posted on The Secret Life of Sahara:

In the night, windows sparkle
like eyes.
Looking somewhere in the distance,
or thoughtfully linger
on the things around them,
and the infinite space.
They sparkle like stars.
My sky is grey,
but I can imagine them, 
(the stars I mean)
how they sparkle somewhere
far away
and wink.
I wink back at them
and smile
at the one eye filled with rainbows.
I smile, because I was,
at the same time,
a muse and a poet
like her,
which, with a jolly eye,
somewhere from the endless sky,
is looking at me.

© 2014 Katarina Nedic. All rights reserved.

Van Gogh - Starry Night Over the Rhone

Van Gogh – Starry Night Over the Rhone

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What do you see

Open eyes peering
No words spoken
Looking up down around
What do you see?
Lights and shades?
Black and white?
Prism eyes or rose colored glasses,
What do you perceive in a glance
In a thought
Rainbow reflects
Opaque sheen
Do you see laughter?
Do you see joy?
Do you crinkle the corners
When you smile?
Do you see the stars?
Do you see the magic?
Oh eyes in the mirror,
What is it you see,
Aching orbs, tired but open
Look at me
Tell me what you see
Oh window to the soul,
I sometimes wonder.



Poor remnant
Old and without green
Cut for fire
No longer of use
Old has been replaced
By young new sapling.
Gnarled limbs
Like arms
Three fingers in a wave of
Peace or hello,
Other arm reached out
To hold itself up
I spare you to stand guard
Over the weed garden,
I have no gnome,
You have lost your home
So you shall bear watch
Waving off like naked scarecrow,
Those hounds that run amok
Scare them off with your gnarled self
And wave at me while I pass by.
I see you as female
Your tired bosom hanging low
Rounded outcropping
Below your limbs
Cracked and wrinkled
Aging like a fine piece
Of future firewood
For now a grandmother
Of the garden
Without a head of green
But I can picture you smiling
None the less.
Aging with imagination
Standing in strength with a little help
From the garden faeries.


A life without a star

There are rarely stars
in the city of smog
and for that I am sad
and watching for you.
I cannot imagine a life
without a wishing star
the magical view that is
for everyone free.
To look up and see
the beauty spread out above
like a blanket covered
in child like glitter.
To feel so small
knowing we are just a speck
in a piece of it all.
I look to the sky
for those who cannot see,
when your view is gone or
covered in a blanket of
pollution and fog,
I will watch the stars for you
and dream and believe
and make a wish
even if through a single falling tear,
a hope that someday you will see
the tiny lights above in a world
so clean and clear.
To know for some there is no shine,
I send some to you
with the utmost peace and love
across the universe,
under the same sky
just from a different view.


Paper dreams afloat

I like to think
To believe in it all
The magic,
The hopes,
The silent words expressed
When set adrift.
Paper tissue balloon
Filled with the life force
Of whispered fervent prayers
Set aloft into the night
Sent to the outer limits of view
Sent to the unknown in humble love.
Where do they travel?
These treasures of the heart,
Who looks in wide wonder
To see a falling star,
Not really a star
But not knowing that,
Accepts it as such.
Are wishes then made
By the stranger afar,
A multiple gift bestowed
Upon the soul of a human
Who believes in the magic
In the power of more
In the truth of a prayer answered.

Lilac rose – Ajaytao


This photo brought me a feeling of serenity and the words are a beautiful addition. Beauty abound on a rainy Tuesday morning.

Originally posted on Ajaytao Botanical Photography:

Lilac rose - Ajaytao

Lilac rose – Ajaytao

Reflections of Honey

risen in darkness
drifting clouds conceal moonlight
from a shadowed face

reflections serene
lunar light breaks the stillness
revealing night orbs

golden chablis flows
from glowing flower petals
sweet drops of honey

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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Glistening Web

After the rain is gone
tucked away below the step
walking up I spy
the tiny glistening drops
catch my eye,
drawing me with a smile
lucky clover and diamond sparkle
Most would never see
but most are not me,
searching for beauty
in unexplored places
finding the gifts beneath wood
where no one ever looks.
The hidden place where faeries play
the woodland home
where webs are spread
to catch the dew or rain
to feed a creature,
give respite when the sun takes away
the gift of skies.
Beauty found everywhere
if we open eyes to see
the miracle of life force
gift to the heart and soul.


Jewel of love

Precious friends
All different and unique
My bling of life
Treasure box filled
Like overflowing wealth,
Precious and rare
Adding the sparkle
To darker days.
You my love
Set apart
Shining like a diamond
Amazing and vibrant
My crowning piece
My love,
Shining on my life
Like a star fallen from the sky
One of a kind
Cut just for me
With the finest tools
Sparkling like only love can.



Somewhere at the edge
Of the fading summer sun
Rope lays withered
Still holding firm
It’s moorings tied
Rope slightly unravels
Like the drifting mind.
Sun sinks lower
Leaning on pieces
Of twine wound round
Like memory in and out
The thread moving past
Tired eyes and thoughts
That have no beginning
That have no end.
Leaning forward to touch
The unbound heart
That relies on no tether
As it cannot be held
Invisible freedom
It rides the wind
Like a whisper
Here and there
Now everywhere
Where there is love
There is no chain that can hold down
The spirit spread
Through words and song
To the world often bound,
Needing to fall free.