Glitter like gold

We live our lives

like tides moving in and out

never stationary for any given moment,

glittering like gold on the ocean waves.

We come to places that bring peace,

passers by in this second of time,

watching the faces of strangers

dappled in light from the sinking sun,

we shine when we feel

the salt spray glisten upon our souls,

hushed words at sacred places where

nothing remains but candles and the sense

of a moment when everything changed,

saying our prayers to the clouds above

for something beyond our fingers touch.

Mermaids slip silently by,

their bodies languid on the gentle waves

a flicker of a circle and then into the depths,

on their way to their next audience.

We smile as we move on our way

memories captured to carry

away with our hearts

as we gaze behind in the mirrors,

content to be breathing,

to be at peace.

An accident occurred where this image was taken, a father and daughter plunged their vehicle into the water, and although a few attempted the rescue, were unable to save their lives. There are two candles and a bouquet of flowers to mark the spot, where we had walked so many times before. A solemn place this night where the sunset glittered on the waves like gold. Rest in peace Carol and Gene.

 

Kings and Queens

Brick by borrowed brick

transplanted across the sea

beside the water blue to reside

two fast years created

theirs a labor of love,

King and Queen reach their dream.

Endless days of guests and stars

moonlight dancing on marble floors

terrace to view the setting sun

and long gone voices hang like ghosts

for the glory days before it all fell apart.

Tattered and torn the decay moves in,

pastel windows caked with salt and grime

restored to their throne,

the house rises once more

a sight for the willing to pay the price

at a glance into the lifestyles then

and emerging in the air when done

enraptured by the beauty found

in history.

John and Mabel Ringlings dream mansion built on the bay in Sarasota, named C’a d’Zan (venetian dialect for house of John), we did the lower level tour of the beautiful house, which for a while had been in disrepair and finally turned over to the University and Sarasota, now restored with most of the original furnishings. The windows are shades of purple, blue, yellow and pink and the view and terrace behind the mansion are to me, spectacular. My dream home….hahaha…..yep, I’m kind of funny that way, I know. I wish it were my house….although way too much to clean for just the hubby and me, but the hounds would have a field day running through it 🙂

This house was also the backdrop for the movie Great Expectations:

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In search of perfection

I’ve got my lime

I’ve got my mint

I left the last of the ice in it,

I found the rum

stole the hummingbird food too,

went round the world (on-line of course)

in search of the perfect mojito.

I love the green that swims in it

I love the drops from the cold as it sits,

To pluck and chop and stir so sweetly

but it always seems to go down too quick

I’ve got more limes

more than enough time

the sweetest man who whips it up

service with a smile

I think I may just have to sit with it awhile,

savor the flavor beneath the winter sun

and pretend like I’ve just begun,

hey bartender, I’ll take one more

as the Mexican perky music plays

I realize these my friends, are perfect days.

Hubby and I grabbed some mint at the farmers market and some limes, whipped up some sweet syrup and relaxed poolside sipping, then hubby found a new recipe, the best one yet and mixed more up the next day. He’s had the flamingo stir stick for over 25 years, must have known it was a harbinger of things to come, moving to Florida and yummy drinks poolside. Life is good indeed. Ribs on tap for dinner tonight and looking forward to that.

Anywhere but….

Aren’t they just soooo cute? They were the only ones that weren’t camera shy. On our kayak quest through the breezy waters of the Mayakka River today. The other turtles had three on the stump but they saw this crazed woman in a big straw hat heading their way and decided they didn’t want to be soup….not that I would EVER think to do that to such a cute creature. Then you see the rigid hump in the water not once but twice as something was high tailing it a few feet from the kayak. And what to my wondering eyes do appear but this……argh….stop the presses, there’s no place like home, swim shoes tapping away but to no avail but I did manage to get this most fun pic of the hubby cruising towards the mean reptile on the log….who did jump off so I think I’d prefer him to be where I can see him, please and thank you. Fun in Florida! There’s gators in that there water Captain!

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Hues of mist

Swirling dappled mist

grey balanced on water green

into blue they move

keeping watch for something

in their mind

living their life of calm.

Flapping wings lift through

haze of shadows reflect the light

creeping through to burn a hole

to seep into the poets soul.

Water sprays on endless rock

as fishermen wait with patient airs

and the flock moves bobbing on tiny waves

as we walk into the murky haze.

Days of new I see here now

the wings of beauty draw closer somehow

and sit beside they pose a spell

then flying off into the cloud

I wish them well.

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Seeping through…

Not yet…

The sleeves had grown longer as the sun settled down

air windy and brisk

after a balmy Fall sun,

feeling the changes

as life rearranges

my thinning blood into water so cool.

Freezing in slumber no heat in the keep

for tomorrow the sun rises

to warm us poor sheep

and snow in the North is a long thought away

just keep it up there forever I say.

No ice on the oranges

no frost on the limes

I can’t eat the grapefruit so I think those are fine,

I bundle my bod in my clothes from the chest-

never thinking I’d need them till February at best.

Off with the hounds at a mushers fast pace

they love this cold weather and to the squirrel tree they race

as I muddle along with a curse on my tongue

“not yet” screams my thoughts

as they try to keep warm, no sound is heard yet

from my cold frozen tongue.

On Apple, on Chi bag there’s vermin to chase

and off to the black top

eight paws running wild

as I sing the poor song from Rocky to lighten my mood

and hubby with camera now captures me and the brood

as the sun rises up

she takes off the warm cap

and smiling at last does one final lap,

then into the house for the breakfast that waits

on a cold November day she will trot off to work

and sell the new favorite on a day like today

Peanut butter chocolate decadent gelato

not sure how many takers they’ll be

as I’m sure as I stand in the frozen food aisle

I’ll look perky like oranges

with a frozen happy smile 🙂

Having a bit of fun today, woke to the bedroom at 67 degrees and a brisk 46 degrees outside. Expected to see frost on the pool at least, thank heavens it wasn’t to be, but out comes the Buffalo hat to keep the lid warm….I almost kept it on for the whole walk….almost….Got a lot of interesting expressions from the drivers heading to work, but the girls are Loving the cold…..now off to sell Gelato. Brrrrr…..stay warm folks and keep that nasty snow to yourselves please, and thank you.

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Hanging beyond

Slipping between the clouds of another day

my thoughts move in colors blended

like thrift shop glass stacked

one upon another upon yet more

we piece through, examining each

looking for the perfect one

knowing somewhere it will be found

when least expected.

I slip into a place of peace

wandering aimlessly down aisles

merely listening to the chatter between

one wall and another

one form asking nothing of importance

then silence falls around me

where no one is there at all,

and I gaze about me

flipping through the pages of a tattered volume

lost in the words of another

and slipping it into my meager pile

happy for an unexpected find yet again.

The sun has slid away beyond the windows

and the air tame after days of wild winds,

clouds stacked like shelves above

and I stand here feeling as if a blanket has found me,

light and soft and perfectly colored

suited to the whimsical mood and emotion,

in this place I close the door gently behind me

with a bag in hand

I move forward to escape to the blue room

where my words will join the rest

sentences stacked upon each

eager for eyes to see

content to just be written.

A Simple Love

She stares into the distance

searching the wires for movement

as the clouds draw in and thunder rolls

I call her name and she sees the box,

hiding from the demands

looks away camera shy.

I sit beside her enjoying the moment

as the contentment fills the soul

and lightning strikes in the distance

she turns to look at me to see

if everything’s gonna be alright

and I capture the look

the simple love and trust found

and she seems to smile then,

going back to her view

and I to my peaceful contemplation,

enjoying the change of atmosphere

yet calm in my heart

as the storm rolls by.

Through the lens

We see our lives moving,
rippled like meager waves
changing with the tides
and seen through what lies before us,
through the lens of our experience.
Skeletal branches framing our minds
as we see the colors of our perceptions change
and we welcome the solitude of here,
where the sun sits low in the cradle
rocking gently to sleep,
we whisper wishes for another day to live fully,
to master our moments completely in peace
and to watch a thousand stars peer down at us
as we carry on just like everyday.
The value of a memory
so rich and fluid
as we ride the crest of those times
unaware of the dangers,
just being small children
doing what it is we do best
and we build our castles
which wash away long after we’ve gone home
but we will remember when we grow old and grey
those special moments,
the endless days beneath a summer sun
as fall draws us in to her autumn embrace
we hunker in and smile
longing for those simpler days
remembering the colors of that one setting sun
as we close our eyes
and in the depths of dreams,
slip quietly away.

Lyrics to my life #4

“A beautiful bunch o’ ripe banana
Daylight come and me wan’ go home
Hide the deadly black tarantula
Daylight come and me wan’ go home”

Harry Belafonte-

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A plentiful bounty indeed. We are blessed.