Tripping on stars

Dreams cascade like mountain streams
Filling air with chilling breath
Beneath the cotton of layers
Shade blows back and forth
Nights kiss on whispering wind.
Sentences uttered from a nameless face
Over fences stretching across borders
Looking the same from over there to here
Clouds divide the stars above
Tripping over thoughts
Once more to pick up
Gathering together and leaving behind
The few lost into the earth.
Connected dots of cosmic illusions
The dipper overflowing with rain
Not so Sirius after all
As my mind searches the darkness
Waiting on the moon that slipped away
When I wasn’t watching,
And the puddles catch my jeans
Rising higher too late now
To turn back and change
If only to do it all over again
The repetition of days
Lived by the sane who keep moving
Feet on the ground and a head in the sky
Following red lights to jungles
Concrete walls to soon close in,
Time to enter.
When the lights come up
Life is lived
Time to go….
Yet it’s much better to just sit for a minute more
Here with you
Waiting for the sun
On this dark rainy morn.

I don’t want to go to work…..don’t wanna…..yeah, one of those days. Sigh. K💜

Words broken and a walnut heart

I watched the mist like falling rain
As images of broken glass trickled through
This mind relaxed
And adrift in the spaces within
Where the tales grow rich
Like fields of flowers that just become
From nowhere
Rising up to be.
I floated there for a spell
Hearing a voice of a sage weaving words
That I suddenly could not grasp,
That I could not hold for fear
Of sentences slipping away
Without a song to call its own.
I saw a perfect tree nut,
Hanging alone with strings of black
Stirred by the wind it fell to the ground below
Finding itself cracked Into two,
A heart severed from the other
Shapes and places no longer resembling
The microcosm of which it grew
A reflection of itself
From one piece to another
This walnut held in a hand
Nestled in its woody home safe.
The tortured sky shattered in a thousand pieces
As bits of light came upon me
Set free from the sun,
No two alike yet
Mirrored pieces, each shard jagged and unique
Looking within to see
The same face staring back at me
And I thought of you then,
Your voice soft from beyond,
To hear your stories woven
From the fragile mind so whole
That reaches out into darkness
To gather like twigs a nest to lie upon,
A book of miracles and days filled
With pieces of you,
Each word filled in images
The colors of moons and the sound of silence
Where I heard your hymn
On a sparrows wing
Filled with the childlike laughter
And this nut fell to the ground
As a gift to the creatures
Sitting high watching the world below,
And I walked the path through these woods
Soft bed of moss to quiet
The quest of this searching soul.
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Photo sent after reading this post by Dad.

Beautiful image found at : http://www.diyphotography.net/beautiful-broken-mirror-sunsets-anything-bad-luck/

Chasing the moon

Night orb moves through
Calling me from this restless sleep
As somewhere
Out there he moves in the darkness
Chasing the moon.
I stand beyond the glass
Haze of pink nestles the form
So far away
Yet so close.
Changes taking place
In thoughts and words and
Butterfly houses empty
Waiting to be filled
With the joy of sun,
As she will come to wash away
With morning rain the silence
Of a midnight moment
Where the waiting happens
For the magic to begin.
Thoughts race to the emptiness
Of the night sky lit
By a beautiful moment
She wonders if she will remember
Another day and place
Similar to this one
As the journey propels the body
Her soul flies free for but a moment
In that space in time
Where life is eclipsed by truth
And she has returned to find
The family she left behind
Searching for
Her new day
In the emptiness between sentences
And the images
That time cannot forget.
The sweetness of history reborn
Dancing amongst Luna’s beams
Alone yet not so
For her thoughts occupied with the music
In the symphony of now.

Beautiful image captured by my father.

Invisible friends: A Poem

This world is an amazing place. The people you meet, who you never really meet except through writing or photos, words and images, can be the best part of all. I have had the pleasure of exchanging wonderful stories and experiences with my friend B.G over at Getting through Anxiety (gettingthroughanxiety.wordpress.com). She and I both have a fondness for positivity, writing, the animal world and too many other things to count. I asked B to do a compilation with me and she agreed. I was so excited as we have different styles and I was so happy with what we merged and created. I hope you enjoy it and know that we both think quite fondly of our invisible friends, you here who read and comment. Our lives wouldn’t be the same without the greatest and kindest gift of friendship. Thank you and here is our offering to you, our friends.
A poem by B.G and me😊

Part of me regrets

That we’ve never met

And that we’ve only talked

Through words on an electronic page.

We speak through wires and keys

Thoughts flowing with ease

Yet we are like birds

Locked within this cage.

Yet here you are before me

Words written to share glimpses

Of your soul that speaks,

Getting to know you.

To find a friend not met

To share a virtual talk across worlds

Our paths may never cross perhaps

Except through a sentence or two.

For as much as we may want to meet face to face

We need to remember the importance of being safe

For in this world there are those less than kind

Those who do not know the true value of a friend.

But you have managed to constantly brighten my day

With the constant words of kindness that you say

You’re always there offering a helping hand

Full of advice you find in your heart to lend.

But in the quiet space when I feel lost

I know your invisible thoughts come to reach me

To give me the gift of support,

To tell me I’m not so alone.

And in a world of pain

Where we need kindness to stay sane

I look to you for comfort

From the coldness I sometimes feel.

And in every word you type

You make it all alright

For having someone understand

Can have the amazing power to heal.

To friendship….a beautiful thing indeed. Thanks B for joining me on this journey of friendship. I truly cherish it. Please make sure you stop over and visit B, she is wise and inspirational and I know you will love her tips that help make our world a bit smoother. Peace and blessings, K

He who has a friend

The music fills the air
Lacking words of a warm soul
To keep company
His mind moves to worlds
Make believe friend
To keep company
He misses me
Yet not so much
With his Pal to sit
Silently
By his side.

One of my favorite movies of all time is Castaway with Tom Hanks. I remember how the tears welled up as Wilson floated away because as a young girl I didn’t have many friends and losing one always set up the pain of adolescence that seemed so intolerable. As changes happened and as life progresses, we lose those we call friends to circumstances beyond our control. Well, the world can sometimes just feel like a lonely place. When my husband went away to visit our new house, he found himself sitting out each night with music to keep him company and this pail as a table for lack of furniture. He had to make do with what surrounded him. This is his Pail now known fondly as his Pal. This image still makes me smile and to realize with humor and imagination, we are never truly alone and that something so silly and simple can warm a heart across miles. When I just went down to visit I had the joy of company with Mom by my side and even though we had Pal around, I don’t think it was quite the same.

5 day photo/story challenge:

I have been invited by Laine to join her challenge. Thank you Laine, it’s been awhile since I’ve taken on any WP challenges but thought doing something different as the seasons change, so too shall we embrace the differences we can add to the world. Pop in and check out her lovely submission on one of the days she posted her submission at http://frommidnighttodawnlight.com/2015/09/22/memoir-ghost-towers/
Hope you enjoy.

Guidelines:

Post a picture each day for five consecutive days. Attach a story to your image.

*can be fiction / non-fiction
*poem / short paragraph
*each day nominate another blogger

Today I nominate Elouise over at https://tellingthetruth1993.wordpress.com and extend an open invitation to all the amazing writers who follow this blog.

*Sporadic posting is alright if you are unable to post each day. There is no obligation to accept this challenge, and I will understand completely if you choose not to participate.

Harvest moon verse

Silhouettes of trees stand guard
Over dreams of nights lit by
A thousand fireflies rising
Crackling like a first fall fire
And the moon perched,
watching,
The scenes of acts played out
Of visions created in sleepless minds
And the body that often feels so tired
Moving through to touch
The earth
Gathering ashes to form
Castles of nothing.
I watch you come to me
Sweet moon on high you cast aside
Your robes of clouds
Naked for my eyes,
My thoughts to fantasize
Of similar nights
And words spoken
And those left unsaid.
I sleep beneath your eternal gaze
And wake to find the lavender pink
Filtered through a haze
Of this morning as she wakes
And I miss you in this moment
Yet know you shall return to find me waiting,
Spinning endless verse
On the beauty and gifts you bestow
To my heart and eternal soul
Left waiting
For a dream of knowing simmering below
In The vision of a dreamer
Awake and sleeping through
A thought of a mad man moon.

“Within the valley of shadowless death
They pray for thunderclouds and rain,
But to the multitude who stand in the rain
Heaven is where the sun shines.
The grass will be greener till the stems turn to brown
And thoughts will fly higher till the earth brings them down.
Forever caught in desert lands one has to learn
To disbelieve the sea.”
Genesis. Mad Man Moon

Between the spaces

Life lies between
the here and there
the sliver of space that lingers
mirrored of one to two
hanging as if in limbo
becoming the greater whole.
I sit and smile at moments
that leave me questioning
the up or down
or even perhaps the horizon that moves
into endless sight
unseen.
You are I
I am you
caught in this vortex of
everyday
where images move us to wonder
and the skies fill with the birds
of black shadows like clouds
resting down for but a moment
only to take flight,
leaving the impression within
that this too shall pass,
that we too shall move forward
to the greatness and wonder
we were meant to be part of
and that when dust settles
in our wake
we shall find ourselves
where we were meant to be.
But there will always be something,
no matter how big or small,
words or thoughts
and things invisible to the eye
in the space between everything.

A unique photo I took yesterday…had to share…mirrored image but actually bug sex….who would have thought? Still chuckling. Peace and blessings, K

Weathered souls falling

You surround me in your cloak of color
Autumns mistress comes
Passions red fills the senses
As yellows faded like a distant sun
Moving farther into self
Slipping below
A horizon of thought.
Scents of remembered moments
And a days cracked memories weathered
By the passage of time
And seasons leaving withered images
To quietly behold.
Your softest browns fall about me
With each step I take through the towers
Majestic filters of cool illumination
And I am wrapped in color
Of an autumn approaching
Leaves like rain trickle down
And I closed my eyes
Taking the breath of life and exhaling
As the light moved beyond view
Leaving me standing aware
Of the forest and her structure
Of her brethren ensconced within
And the rush and bustle stopped
As if to sit with me and listen
The calming silence filling
Echoing the awareness
Of the heartbeat of a season coming
And sultry days left behind in the wake
Of earthen piles stacking
Floating,
whispering down on the bed
To sleep and become
One.

Lights within and beyond

In sleep I see them
Each thought and dream floating
Dancing about me in my mind
Like tiny lights glistening
Whispering watch me,
Follow to see
The magic we hold
For you.
Diamond points reflected
A path to the journey
That daily unfolds before me
To step here or there
Or perhaps sitting silently in place
Just watching
Learning
Feeling the warmth as life opens
Each light like a firefly
Flickering in the darkness
Playfully lighting the way
To this moment.
And I try to capture one
As it moves back and forth
Yet always out of reach as if
Playing a child’s game of hide and seek,
You can’t hold on
But letting it slip away it grows brighter
And these thoughts that become things,
Each dream that comes to fruition
Clears the darkness of pain and suffering
And as the sun rises
And the stars set
I feel a part of it all,
I am a piece of the cosmic puzzle
That comes together to create
Amazing possibilities
That began with one million sparks
Of thought.

Silent guest

You watch me through cracks
in the surface of a shuttered life
silently staring
eyes curious and large,
outside looking in.
Hello my friend
glad you could drop by,
took the time to stop and say Hi.
Would you like to come in?
I don’t think that would do.
Make sure to wipe your feet?
Your paws?
your round orbed sticky bits
that allow you to climb so high
to squeeze in unnoticed
to keep company
unobtrusively.
But soon I must go
but when I return
I will capture you with detail,
I shall show the smile you hide so well,
goodbye little funny creature
and when I return
we will hang around and take selfies
you and me
with the glass that lies between
your world and mine.
I shall venture out to say hello again
and I shall think of you with a grin,
and remember your night song
trilling in the wind.

My new window friend in Florida that I found when letting in the morning sun. Sorry for the poor resolution but it truly was the cutest little thing. Made me smile and I called him Happy.