Beside the waters

She rises in the soft of a lighted morning

beside calm waters cracked open with the orb

rising into the waiting sky,

the birth of another beautiful day.

We linger watching

fingers reaching out to trace

the slow and steady movement

earths heartbeat moves in waves

feet cool on shells and sand

stretching into the air the inhalation

of beauty held quietly

exhaled in peace and being.

Images captured in the mind’s eye

taken back to sit and contemplate

over coffee and the scent of warm bread,

yellow yolk wiggles like a small round belly,

spices of life added

and the sounds of birds beyond the wall

sing to her of a new day that waits

for her steps to move forward

beyond the scope of her dreams.

Beautiful art by Vladimir Kush

Holding on…

Listening to
the stranglehold of history
the minutiae of years
can’t help wasting it…
the years to never be regained…
but ah the escapism of a circus performer
hanging on to the tight rope
’cause in the worth is the prize….
We sit and reminisce
watching history watch us back
as it laughs
for it hasn’t changed
just morphed into new dimensions
thinking ’bout what’s happening
and trying to place
the talons down….
seems like the time and place
re-arranging the semblance of order
as confusionism takes flight
coming or going….
not that it matters
except to the mistress of her craft,
wake to the new dawn,
fly to the sun for a chat
finding out what’s really going on….
in and out of the mind
nothing really going on
except the tragedy of awakening…
caught between chords of yesterday
we find no reason to connect
two ways to black and white
no color barrier
just the eclipse of moons and souls
standing on the shoulder of the road waiting
thumb out
waiting for a soul with understanding and heart
listening for the reiki beat
of healing…
“relax…Just the basic facts….there is no pain…your lips move but I can’t hear what you say….you would not understand, this is not how I am…”
lost in the cycle of
disillusion,
should we let the butterflies land?
or let spellcheck take control….
stolen thoughts and set aside…
” when I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse…I cannot put my finger on it now, the child is grown,……….
the dream is gone”
so many gone….why is it.that I dive deeper
feel the pain,
need to reconcile the future with the past….
so hard to do when pulled so far
and so many pieces can only reconnect
with their whole….
“remember when you were young? we shone like the sun”……oh…
the smell of weed on the air….
wanting to be a part
to belong,
damn how these lyrical trips take me
magic carpet ride to yesterday,
can’t complain
cause I could never explain
as long as you’re still here on the journey
and seeing this girl through….
all she needs you to do…..is…..
ah,
the endless question of reason…..

Thank you for letting me have a little soul dilemma tonight, listening to songs of my history, thinking of friends here in bloggerville ,you know who you are….life years moving onto the coming on 50 years…so many miles to go before I sleep….”remember when you were young? You shone like the sun….now there’s a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky…you reached for the secret too soon…you cried for the moon…shine on you crazy diamond”……”always searching, reaching…never ending…all apologies….it is what it is….we sat in a dorm room, drinking Lowenbrau….young college girls rich with the scent of Apple pectin shampoo, the lingering scent of my memories still on the air, men who wanted to be girls flitted in and out like gentle confused butterflies and I merely lingered in the outskirts trying to read the chapters…of who ultimately I would end up to be…..to be continued…darn YouTube……a time capsule for sure 🙂

Fearless flight

We move through the realm of imagination

where light and color become one with the view

fearlessly flying on tattered wings

determined and moving through unseen.

We are drawn close to the beauty that surrounds

as we dip and glide to rest on occasion

bouncing stems vibrate below our toes

the hum of the earth the song we hear.

In and out of these moments

gathering strength to carry us onward

into skies and sea breezes where setting suns wait

eager to become a part

of our own creation in this life.

Where we go we chose upon waking

into slumbered days dragging

or perhaps to sing to the gathering clouds that call

in joyous accord we rise higher to touch

the grandest images that always arise

for we know in the heart it is what we see

and how we perceive

as we go about our daily missives

our thoughts set intent on the task at hand,

as we settle in for a short spell,

gliding down to catch the drops

of this precious thing called life.

Season slips

She slips in slowly unannounced

passing through the veil from yesterday to today

through a haze of summer heat stretching

into the distance like a breath held

then released into nothingness.

June sheds her garments as jealous July breaks free

born of all before she stands

beneath the sun that waits for her moment so close

for a momentary eclipse when the new month steals the thunder,

we wait for days that will not come again

in our lifetimes we watch the shedding of seasons,

colors entwined with the time they have,

jasmine ends her cycle and reaches out her tentacles

trying to hold on,

to anchor and remain for just a bit longer

and our thoughts grow tired much quicker

as the heat of a noon day gather particles

and the skies swell pregnant with the daily darkness

clouds hanging, waiting for their moment of release

to let the torrent flow

as the thunder in the distance heralds the arrival,

we fan our damp faces and breathe the thickness in

eager for any change

the day can afford to spare.

Photo: Robert Eickholt Art Glass Paperweight IRIDESCENT “VEIL” EGG WATER FOUNTAIN SPRAY

In these moments

The quiet place between then and now

where silence hangs heavy yet so light,

in this place where I breathe the darkness

through the pale shine of a coming day-

giving thanks for little things

as flowers die to scent the air

lavender essence to soothe the mind.

Memories play games through dreams at night

anger meets love and we watch the play

stage set and words fly through the air

daggers thrust into emptiness

for you can not kill such beautiful things

as love and laughter will move forward

gently taking the piece to create peace,

we watch spellbound wondering where it leads,

this image that flips past quicker than space

and time meanders like a flowing river

as we drift into new images

the scent of spring things and yesterdays

and the songs that play in the jukebox of our heads

liven the atmosphere with rhythm,

sun rises to greet through white shades drawn,

and the dream slips away into the memory store,

catalogued and chronicled for later thought

and the feet walk bare on grains of sand

yet we think of salt and the feel of the earth

stretched out and moving below us

languid in itself,

it does only what it knows how to do,

from its birth till the end of time

pulled in the gravity of a thousand moments

of star dust and planets we know will be,

though not quite seen,

just a speck like the sea salt and sand,

as we settle in with our cup of wakefulness,

we honor the moments

for the gifts they bestow.

Finding

In unexpected places

we find the magic that sits waiting

so patiently like it knew

we were coming,

beauty of a color

standing out like a beacon

a light ushering us to come near,

to gaze at the brilliance of natures finest.

Below a small bird waits,

watching as I go near to gather

trying to help in the survival

as dogs mill about restlessly,

it hops into the brush and sits watching me,

I gaze up and see the purple bloom

as bananas wait to be found,

new in their stage I laugh,

the bird is now gone as I glance back

yet its gift now given

appreciated with the heart of love

for more magic in the world

this universe never stops

providing its miracles

to those who pay attention

to the signs sent.

The red pineapple was found in a gentleman yard a block from our home, walking the dogs one morning, I returned later with the camera to share with you, and the little bird I tried to save, was never seen again (nor eaten by the dogs) but it did get me back in deep enough to the corner yard (where slithering things like to sit) and much to my joy as I looked up, I spied a new crop of bananas growing, and going around the other side to get a better view, found another tree with another bunch growing. Ah, the smallest joys to my life. All appreciated.

Recreating Yesterday

Surrounded by visions
yesterday places grace our thoughts
remembering moments spent
a translation of sorts
from one scene to the next,
where the water moves
our souls reside.
Taking time to be
in a moment where sun lies beyond
glass panes of thought
what day was it when we watched
storm clouds slink in
unexpected delight
reflected off of the evening tide,
the salt air gathering us
on Carolina shores
so many years ago
but seems like only yesterday.
Knowing there is no perfection
in life or memories
we strive to become one with our craft,
to dabble when time is gifted
and to feel so very blessed
at lessons learned.

Finally gathered the spirit and time today to somewhat recreate a picture that hangs in our home, Surfside beach South Carolina and a view from the balcony to the sea oats and dunes below. Feels so good to create with color again, having finished a gift (a picture for another post) and just being one with the brush. Having a zen moment😑

Lost in moments (free flow poetry)

Air heavy hanging
Suffocation of thoughts
as the music plays intermittent,
not sure where the flow is
only knowing
gotta go with the tune
playing his song
softly with inflection like a silent drum beat
cause the day is gone
as are you
tap tap tap goes the tympanii
and I don’t remember when the final concerto played
only that you aren’t here to hear
your heartbeat song
and I make no apologies
for you know me
know how it goes,
this rhythm
the beat in the silent night
we are harmony
the sky and moon
singing to those no longer a part
reasons and purposes,
as the air hangs heavy like a heart
beyond repair of the moment
I scream in the ebb
as silence catches me unaware
drowning in humidity heavy,
of a life remembered
I long to show you
as I sit here
scribbles on a vacant wall
will anyone remember with dawns light
the plight
of a poet in the shadows,
will anyone remember the name
of the girl undone,
unchained?
I sit here on the post
stoic and strong regardless
as days light passes
I rise
with the head on cotton pillows
comforted in dreams
and the thought of making it through
like hummingbirds and memories
they always rise to the surface
and a memory is just that,
a yesterday moment caught in the rearview,
disregarded as best we can,
slipping down into the horizon that awaits,
knowing it’s gonna be okay,
our sweet being
makes it that way
regardless of our wishes.

Soothing

We feel the edge of reason
surfacing like boiling pots
waiting to spill over,
forgetting to breathe
we gasp
reaching the surface for peace
and the air to sustain,
deeper we climb into the color of mood
breaking free of darkness
we carry ourselves towards light,
breaking what seems still water
knowing the current so dangerous below,
floating forward
we scan the horizon for hope
found in a passing cloud.
Helplessness is such a strange bird
flying high to teach us
that which we momentarily forget
like lessons in old school books
years after we’ve escaped
the bondage of our cages
as we see through bars that lay non existent
yet for our minds we can almost feel them there
before us, so structured and unyielding
we slip through when least expected
and soaring we catch a glimpse of
a yesterday soul
yet just us a moment ago,
in the realm of time
one slip into the ripple
we shake ourselves dry
and begin once more
to fly.

Thoughts from earlier today when being mentally held hostage by the internet, trying to watch a live feed of my nephews graduation, capturing only the barest snippets, feeling sad, angry and let down….breathing to clear the emotion and accepting what I have no control over….finding myself in a much more calm place, knowing that someone would repost it later (I pray) and that I can feel for but a short space of time, that I am there with those I love and miss on this momentous day. Congratulations Jordan, I am so proud of you and hearing a few words from your two buddies, I know you’re flying high today.

Scooping dreams

Different from others

nestled amongst the large and small

from where you came we know not

only that your words give thought

with each time you move into the corners

like smooth motioned gathering

cradled gently in your hold

no sharp edges to be found

in the daydreamers reverie.

Mixed images with a heart of love

you stir the soul bringing from the depths

like the cream of goodness rising to the top,

moving in and around

folding into each memory a pinch of sweetness

to be remembered

like a spoon full of love overflowing

with the shine and sparkle of a new day rich

and we lift you with a smile

tucking you in our hands and hearts

sharing the masterpiece

of a delicate creation

made with joy,

the taste of a treasure

flavored with love.

This began with the act of drying dishes and finding one spoon that we got from somewhere, not matching the rest but large and easy to use for making everything, in this case, dough for my husbands bagels….he does make great bagels and I look forward tomorrow to breakfast….stirred with love ❤ and handcrafted by the master chef of my life ❤