Night falls over a tired soul,

Leaving random thoughts at the close of the day

On how truly we are blessed

By the kindness of friends,

By the strength of words,

By the hope for a new day,

For the depth of a thought for healing.

I cannot leave here yet tonight,

Without a simple thank you

For being you,

For hearing,

For understanding,

For a virtual holding of a hand

For it is here where I am alive,

It is here where I read souls like mine,

It is here where I belong

Lost amongst the words that move,

That shine

That become alive

From faces I may never know,

From places I may never see

But you make it real,

You make me smile as I lay me down to sleep

That this is all in life I need

To see me through

Until tomorrow comes to say


Good morning,

Welcome my friend, once more….

I am feeling so blessed tonight…thank you for all that you do, with each word, each smile…words are never enough. 

Peace, love and a healing light,



A drop of sweetness

I dreamt of beauty,

beauty inspired by the touch of your lips ,

lips so soft upon mine as I lay waiting,

waiting and watching the dream unfold,

unfolding like a new bloom on the rose.

I flew through skies the color of purple

purple setting sun echoes rippling on meadows.

The rain fell upon us as the sun switched course,

coursing through my veins the blood so hot-

hot enough to cast moisture on my sleeping form,

formless we became one.

One moment of a thousand dreams,

dreams that leave me wondering where is the memory

memory that slips away like a drifting fog

fog of emptiness dissipates when gone away,

away from the edge of my thought-

thoughts that lent beauty and magic to the night,

night that slips beyond back into day-

daydreams that read like a sonnet or poem-

poems of splendor and passion-

passion like the purple of a rose unfolding,

unfolding like your arms as they pull me close.


Good morning

The beauty of now
Sun rising over landscape
Perfection for soul.

Light of a new day
Symphony of such splendor
Natures art embraced.

I dream in this time
Magnificent journey found
So very alive.


In search of perfection….gone.

I listen in the haze of a cloud

Words that soothe and bring a soul strife,

You’re not here

But yet you remain

The magic of modern day life.

Can’t grasp my hands around

This moment that loses itself in time

Another place

Another language

And I am Young once more.

Am I getting older

Or am I merely locked In The

Is sad capsule of time

Buried below bricks waiting, 

for the perfect gawking moment

Of what once was

But is no longer.

I feel the tears fall like rain,

The pity party late for the grand parade

But I know you wouldn’t mind,

Got there

In my own good time

And I don’t need a light,

Too many years and good sense have run by

And I listen with feverish intention,

Watching the new you tube invention

And it’s grips me hard

Each word played out,


Like a sledge hammer to the brain

This moment, 

which will never pass again,

And I am no one

And you, 

you are someone

Because you mattered,

And lines will be crossed,

Yet who counts the cost

Just the faceless,

The nameless,

Who stands and dare say it is just….

Whitewash on a wall

Easily covered

Nothing really, at all.

But to those who know,

Who count the score,

Just words in passing

Like the rain that falls 

and then effortlessly moves on

As is intended

Leaving the rest behind,

You are you,

And you were everything…..


Blue room waves

The blue room poet moves through

An apparition of color

Waves seeking to catch

The watchful eye

As I walk on by.

Ghostly light filtered in a rainbow

Yet when captured

Only hues of blues remain

And the walls welcome the serenity

Of a thought set loose

Riding the wave of a quiet peace 

Fan moves in gentle circles

As I drift away.

Paint job all finished on the room and the hurriacaine shutters on the Windows left rainbows on the walls, but when I took the picture, only purple and blue remained even though I could physically see all the Reds, yellow,orange,green, etc….must be the blue room ghost. The candle holder on the table, three monkeys….see no evil, hear no evil and of course speak no evil….

My desk isn’t in yet but the couch and table is inviting me to write….sorry for the grainy shots…will attempt some better ones, and my “art piece” on wood….I think an elephant painted it….I call it beautiful mess….or lightning cactus….

Welcome to the den and writing hideaway….peace all, K


A tale of an apple and a snake

I know, I know, you are all thinking I’m going all religious on you, perhaps lecturing on the old Adam and Eve thing but no folks, sorry….I’m here today to tell you that my dog has become, how shall we say…my hero….I love that dog….yep, she is simply amazing (when she isn’t being a pain in the you know what). Picture the scene, a very long day shopping for room stuff, paint, then back for a paint pan, then painting the entire room in one fell swoop. Well lets just say my aches had aches and I sat down with a nice glass of ice with a shot of Cabernet Sauvignon and diet ginger ale. The sun was setting, the fan was fanning and all was nice and calm at the Paradise hotel. The dogs were out cavorting and chasing the same squirrel that day after day crosses the power line above their heads as they run back and forth with tongues hanging out, waiting for the poor little Walenda squirrel to lose its footing and become a light snack…actually there are a few squirrels who do this non stop all day, I suppose they run high for a reason….but I will get to that, and no the reason wouldn’t be the dogs, or the cat I suppose but something a bit more sinister.

To anyone new to my blog, I should say that Apple is my dog….now my hero, but one of two nitwits that reside here at the Paradise….this is Apple:

100_1583Her name is Apple because of the Big Apple where she came from. And she’s the Apple of our eye (also affectionately known as happy Appy, or simple App-the other dog was a non-stop crazy thing and we thought she needed a friend so we got an App for that:) ) Anyway, where was I, oh yeah….Well the two beasts were running around the yard and the sun was beginning to set on the one side of the house and Appy began coming towards her doggy door to park her butt under the fan to cool down and all of a sudden stopped and began to bark. Now it wasn’t the “hey I see you walking past my yard and I don’t like it” bark, nor was it the “I see you stupid squirrel up there in the tree staring at me” bark, it was slow and consistent and close. So being the Mom I am and being able to differentiate between my babies noises, I stood up and went to see what all the hullabaloo was about and she stood close to the house, woof….woof….and looked at me and then looked down with tail pointed out straight. So I stumble out with my aching back and get to where Miss Apple stood and looked down to see what the fuss was….and saw this….


Okay, I copped this from the internet because of course I wasn’t going to stand in sandals and snap a pic of the cute monster snake coiled up below the downspout hissing at us…after all, I couldn’t see its butt to know if a rattle was attached so I grabbed Apple and hustled her in, called the other beast (which is notorious for killing snakes and any small game she can get….but not cats…she has one and loves her) and of course they’re looking at me like I’m starkers and I’m yelling at them because this could be one of the venomous ten feet long slithery things and See the chick at the top, yep, that could be me but it wasn’t. So I did what any sensible woman would do, I went in to the garage to get the five foot snake stick….and no, I’m not like the Hilda cartoon from Haggar the horrible, I don’t beat snakes with sticks….I just wanted to give it a little poke to send it on its way to the neighbor’s house. Now I know you’re thinking I’m all mean and stuff sending it that-a-way but the neighbor loves his black snakes…was quite devastated because he thought his died as he hadn’t seen it for a while. Well that’s because it took us a year to move here, so in the mean time, Sunny the snake moved into our yard and took up residence. Now just so you know, I hate snakes….but I was told the black ones are good as they eat lots of things…and not dogs or cats…..or people for that matter. But a snake should be polite I think and if I surprise them, they should just scoot off yonder out of my way, not hiss at me like they’re gonna go all kamikaze on my butt just because. So Sunny isn’t venomous, the dogs didn’t get Sunny…Apple merely alerted me to the fact that something just wasn’t quite right….Chi would have killed the poor thing and not thought twice. So Apple saves the day, the snake moved off slithering into the back corner….although I would have been happier to see him scale the fence and go visit Mickey for awhile. (Mickey the neighbor…not the mouse). In my research I see these snakes can grow to be 70 inches long….lets pray it doesn’t get to that….I may not be so forgiving and kind.

2F826BC3-AB3F-4885-9158-40F25AAB75C9The answer…..not if it wants to live.


Blue room poet

I am the blue room poet,

Sea spray hue fills the senses as I look past the window

Watching life move,

Watercolor dreams falling through my thoughts

As a quiet peace fills my soul with calm.

Pieces put together,

Ocean view colored walls

A place to sit and ponder,

A room to fill with beauty.

Each day will pass by slowly as the ocean waves move endlessly

With or without

We remain here filling spaces

New places from the old

Turning home into the need

Just a space to think,

To breathe

As silence fills the night as the sun goes falling down

The gentle moon will rise

And cast its silken glow

On the special place

Where a poet dwells

Creating words spun from a blue room.

Just finished painting the room which is where my desk will again reside, sea spray blue is the chosen color with white trim and oak floor. Once put back together, I will capture a pic of where I create, but for now, I’m too pooped to move everything back in, so just a reflective poem instead… Lionel sings to me from the kitchen…..Truly…..

Peace and blessings, K


I am the Lizard Bling

Slowly creeping on a wall in the sun

basking with pearls and gems

Silky tongued lizard showing off his wares

The Lizard of Bling on the pier.

He knows you watch in wonder

as he flaunts his finest choice

bejeweled as he gazes upon the world

watching us, watching him.

He knows he is so pretty

in lavender and pinks

beside the yachts that lay sleeping

he is the King of his world indeed.

I saw this Lizard on the wall at Pier twenty-something….can’t quite remember, but this guy, if you saw him, you would definitely remember. He seemed to be a cross between Elvis and Prince and of course, being in the company of a star such as his self, had to stop and take a picture. Down at Bradenton Riverwalk. and for good measure, a not so bejeweled image of yours truly…and no, I did not stop and partake of the ice cream….maybe next time….gotta get that bikini body in order…but my muscles look like that, mm hmm, yep.



Strange imagination

Of cows upon seas

sweet mermaid whisperings to gentle manatees

and birds that fly in wait

searching for what lies below the surface

of a patterned wave

illusions of strange imaginations.

Passing ships in search of a sale

large fish fly at the end of the line

slowly reeled in with gaping mouths

like children who see incredible things

and into the hold for a date on ice

moving beyond view on the waves bound for somewhere.

Why is it this cow,

or perhaps it is a manatee in costume

wanting to be above where the comical people live

a sea cow adrift on a crystal blue meadow

searching for the green of grass to sup,

as it dangles beneath out of reach

what an udder shame I would think

this bull who seems

like a fish out of water,

the things you will see

never cease to amaze

in this riverwalk land.

Image of a piece of artwork found at Bradenton River Walk…ignore the date as usual….I will remedy that soon, when I figure out how…..just a little strange imagination at work on a Sunday afternoon.


Shining on

Words move through space like rays of the sun, settling in spaces where darkness resides, pushing in to make room for glittering light. Each word that squeezes into the heart and begins to grow into something that leaves us speechless, that bring such joy and beauty leaving only awe in its place. Across miles our minds move, taking up a position, if only to reside and hold the invisible hand, wrapping it in understanding and kindness.

I find most to be like the shiny gold glitter, like the fragments of flaked gold found in Goldschlager…moving about doing their thing, hanging in a weightless space just being, so filled with beauty that you smile at the wonder of it.  You want to pour out the liquid and catch them all in your hands, painting a picture with the fragments of glitter, perhaps a heart with glue on paper, decked out in splendor, created with wonder and love. 

You hold this in your hands and read, do you know that this is about you? How I get so filled with wonder at the little bits of goodness that truly become mountains of magnificence. I read your words, experience a sight of beauty through your photos, smile at the simplest way we are all human and in it all together. Yes, this is about you. A beautiful sun shines beyond my window and I sit here and wonder at who you are, what goes through your mind as you create, wonder what makes you laugh and cry….and I don’t need to wonder why it is that my thought move to there, to thoughts of the beautiful amazing glittering souls that fill my world with joy. My thoughts move to you because you inspire me each day that I wake, I read and wonder at the beings that make my day so much better, so thank you my invisible friends. This is for you. Shine on and be amazing. Peace and love and throwing the glitter to make this world shine!