Moving on

In the blink of an eye
or so it seems
locked in this world
of beautiful dreams
where colors take flight
with the gift of might
we shatter the spell
of heaven and hell.

Beneath the surface
the ideas grow
and bursting forth
the seeds they sow
to dig in deep
to spin the tale
of an alien world
we’ve set to sail
on waters that grow
so deep and dark
and we pray for the sight
of dove or lark,
but find instead the bit of sun
when least expected
our journeys done.

Just some babbling thoughts. Our mushrooms seem happy with this damp (crap) atmosphere of grey days and rain…another day gone and they’ve gone crazy. Perhaps they need their own pot. The little nubs from yesterdays post have now taken control of the pot, crowding each other out, looking like squished umbrellas or little china men straw hats 🙂

taken last night…they’re growing…

taken this morning….shrooms on steroids 🙂

Moon sign (thoughts on a parade)

Below the sign of these times

moon hangs languidly in a neon blue sky

commotion and motion swirling to the beat

of the cop car lights

no traffic allowed except by foot.

We meander in and about the lots

as children sit watching and waiting

and the drums in the distance herald the start

as the oohs and ahhhs start

marchers move in procession

and the band fills the air with a lively tune

as I feel tears in my eyes

as I often do when I hear the horns and drums

played by practiced hands who move in rhythm

to the beat.

A cool day on tap as the breeze blows gently down upon

the street lined with camera clad folks

and candy is thrown to the children who sit

gathered up by eager hands

I laugh and raise my view to the coming

of the local parade.

With politics and red, white and blue

I choose to capture the young faces found

and of course the cone

because everyone loves a happy cream

and this day moves past and as we turn to leave

when the end is near

I’m glad that I live here.

Thoughts on a Siesta Fest going on in town all weekend, vendors of food and jewelry, crafts and clothes and of course, the parade. Glad we came and just thought I’d share some of what I saw. Peace and march on folks….K

Lyrics to my life #1

“Oh very young, what will you leave us this time

You’re only dancin’ on this earth for a short while

And though your dreams may toss and turn you now

They will vanish away like your dads best jeans

Denim blue, faded up to the sky

And though you want them to last forever

You know they never will

(you know they never will)

And the patches make the goodbye harder still.”

Cat Stevens-Oh Very Young

This is my first installment of a lyrics to my life posts. I did not have to take long to find my first selection as it kept stirring about in my thoughts. Reasons and rhyme and a purpose for it all I’m sure. I’ve always been drawn to this song and this part always brings such emotion to my heart, perhaps it is because it was one of the first songs I listened to after finding out my beloved dog Zip had passed. For those of you who are new here, my signature, Infinite Zip came from honoring a beloved piece of my heart, the pup who woke me to see a hundred fireflies flickering beneath a starlit sky in the middle of the night, just because. He was a gift indeed and we are coming up on his anniversay of resting among the stars forever. The pain has lessened but the memories live on. Like old faded blue jeans, you find that perfect fit but to our dismay, they do not last forever, then again, nor shall we. Peace and blessings and thank you again Saintswest for the inspiration to share the world of lyrics to my life. Zip never wore jeans, but if he had been human, this would be him, a classic denim soft yet rugged fit.