Written within

Lightness of a cloud

hanging on the thread of a ray of yellow

horizon beyond the thoughts below

a universe bound in peace.

It lay there, somewhere above I thought,

like a word that escaped into the sea breeze

only returning on soaring wing

touching the tip of the memory

yesterday compressed to see

the importance in the view.

Sweet like a lullaby,

cradled clouds I never saw till now,

gazing at images and pulling out

the best of the rest

cropped and fitted to the soul,

endless skies gentle

on a quickening pulse needing release,

soothe the rest as it always does,

restless no longer as time ticks away

and the moment comes to move

into the remains of this day.

I found this image in my Key West photo bank, almost deleted it as the people were dark and unknown, dug out the little cropping tool and was happy to find this left behind when all was done. Off to a long day at work and needed to find some peace before the storm.

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😑

Splendor of skies

How can we not love the rain,

wet, damp, coming at awkward moments

as we rush to and fro

living our everyday lives

with no time for this shower

drops the size of dimes splashing down

we shelter ourselves as best we can

beneath inadequate umbrellas and eaves

as it soaks through cotton

we sigh and glance up to see,

how far and how long

till we can make that break

to a better place.

In the distance the glow surfaces,

the end of the storm on hand

and we smile for we know

that even though it was just an inconvenience,

better things wait round the corner,

as the grey moves off and the humidity rises

with the evening sunset poised to take flight

into the far side of the earth,

we gaze above to find the splendor that waits,

and we watch with gleeful smiles

blessed to have witnessed this view

and to capture just a bit

to prove it was no mirage

but a color slide into our hearts

bringing peace with its being.

Photo taken this past week above our home. Rain daily but with a gift like this, who can really complain?

What may come

Searching through
histories of ourselves
raw and unedited
with the soundtrack
to die for.
He’s been gone so long
yet still so close
like a hangnail festering
alive like a pain to the soul
reminding
still here
after all.
Damn, to see that face still can
make me feel
and cry as I wonder
where would he be
if he had not given it all
and lost it all
and left us behind
like a faded street sign wondering
which way do we go
now?
As I’m standing here on the ground
skies always waiting in the sidelines
to all fall down,
but to look at you
in reckless moments
always sparks the fire…
the soul calls for change
while the heart says don’t….
some feet under don’t make anything in the mix
‘cept tears for yesterday,
as we wipe them away and wonder
where does the time go…
where will we go when all is said and done,
and though were not so very young
and oh so pretty,
what a pity to dwell in these pages
songs and lyrics
and voices of yesterday
that still haunt from the depths
of disillusion.
And so we dream on,
Beginning with a word we should not
per the rule books
but what do they mean
if nothing at all
in the grand scheme of things,
for love is what I say,
and by my side
in rooms of faces
we will be ourselves,
clouded images of a history
a before you and me
a collage
of a dream through images
perpetually and always
meant to be.

Watching old INSX videos and reliving my younger years….poor Michael Hutchensce and songs that were a integral part of my consciousness…..Don’t Change, To Look at you, etc….coming up on my birthday and feeling and reeling in the years….The one thing, etc…..yep, still going there….and everywhere💕💜

Living layers

Lost in the deepest corners of the darkest sleep

hours pass living out scenes with strangers

and eyes that dig deep with knowing

into the soul as we watch the moment

like a television show first seen in color,

with wonder we breathe in the clouded air,

as if a long-lost spirit you’ve once known

watching you intently with a hint of smile,

as you recognize somewhere below

in that layer that you knew existed,

yet had never entered-

the calm moves over smoothing the storm

as the heart beats in time

with the dream realm story before you.

In dreams do we see

hints of those passed on into the energy of now,

connections of spirit that call to us,

we wake refreshed and smiling

for even in knowing the experiences not real

yet always remembered with a certain fondness for their being.

Do we gather lessons we’ve learned

while visiting these corners of the mind,

are the faces unfamiliar yet known

perhaps sent for reasons beyond our minds perception?

Deep eyes looked into mine and I had the sense

they were sent with a message

and as the weight of days were lifted and carried,

I felt like I could fly into the gathering clouds

knowing that movement was now needed

to join the underlying layer

to become one with the deepest self,

to be

to breathe upon waking

into a realm of peace.

Thoughts on a dream I had last night, a stranger whose eyes seemed so very familiar, kind and light and in conversation I left, walking away feeling as if the weight I had carried had been lifted away and that in allowing, I had become free. I like dreams like that ❤

Calming 

We unite in thoughts
caught in shades and hues of life,
how we feel
like afterthoughts caught,
unexpectedly stinging like a solemn bee
just hanging about
doing its thing
lashing out because
threatened things do what they do
and you cant hate the things that cause pain
when its the little needling thoughts
that keep doing their thing,
so no surprise
when welts arise
and a tear is shed
because for that moment
we had become unconnected
from the natural world,
dwelling in potions
poisons
things that dull
and like Alice meandering through
searching for the cat and tea party,
looking like deer in the headlights,
and we fall into the rabbit hole once more.
So we stop,
and breathe,
and be,
because what else can one do to make sense,
to lose ones self into the purple haze
of quiet days
where no answers are needed
and the best moments are to be
drifting on the calm
beneath purple skies
wondering what it was
that disrupted us to begin with
and always leaves us at the end of the day
when can we return
even with the jolt that delivered us,
knowing as our bodies become grounded
that we just need to be there
where the silence calls
and we know the words of that song
by heart.
We’ve been here before
a lifetime ago,
fancy how things talk to us
in their own special way,
I like to think at times
it’s like going home again
even if a sky and universe away….
we still remember
because of the unconscious sting
that raises to remind
it is all relative.

Night skies

Streaking past eyes
Perpetually watching
streaking stars race through
dust of the night things
glittering like diamonds.
Purple reigns in her mind
time flying past
out of sight
and the mind soothed
as the color flows
mid spring skies awaken
with the coming of dawn
just another star that fell
on distant lands
in a universe high.

My second art piece created today, practicing with the sea salt in the sky, and masking fluid meteors flying by….having fun, another working day, heigh ho….and off I go.

Shades of gray

Paper mache thoughts
staircase of memory moving in skies of the mind,
he cuts out the stars they say
building his universe piece by piece,
and hanging the brightest
slightly shrouded in mystery
behind a veil of emotion.
Water winds its way through to find
his toes cautiously testing to find
hot or cold
as he leaves the ripples behind
he watches them undulate into
the common answering wave,
as they slip together along the seam
becoming one they move
in and out from source.
He paints to live
in this world of pain,
wracked by unanswered questions,
he knows where his sail is moving
as he coasts along in the playground of mind,
cutting shapes
he puts them together like his worries on a shelf,
one at a time he stares at them all,
knowing it feels like never enough-
he looks for the guiding star he had lost
to find it resting quietly waiting
where he had always left it,
tucked into the heart.

Between here and here

Another day and another story
Updates swirling bringing skies of rain
and I sit here knowing what was already known,
don’t need no more bad news…
’cause life is life
and until the shoes are worn
ain’t no one knowing
just gossip remaining
and the remaining sounds of a tune
sung like a hymn,
remembering when.
Nothing can change the course of time
we come
we go,
and all that remains are words for what it’s worth,
for some so much,
for some just a mark on the wall of growing,
endless…till we’re done
then we go back perhaps to start again,
depends who’s asked
but all I know is invisible faces
match the ache for those missing,
and the news broadcast,
just another story
like we all have,
pain and love and loss and what lies between
here and here
and all the empty spaces
waiting to be heard,
waiting for the story in truth be told,
our real truth as we know it,
as we hide it
as it will be written on empty skies tinted
in shades of purple
and still the rains a’comin
and there ain’t no stopping what was written
on Heavens stone
way back before
we came round.
Gotta shout
wanna cry
and I don’t really know why
’cause its just another story
meandering through every one that came before
yours,
mine,
and all that wasn’t known
what wasn’t seen
in between.

Falling skies

To live here,

A place of peace and natures magical shows

Skies come alive in darkness and light,

On fire as the sun settles in for sleep.

Red tipped clouds whispering,

Crimson dipped tendrils hanging

Waiting for my gaze.

I reach up as if to touch

The flame of evening moving through

Lost in wandering thoughts I remain

Motionless as a statue

Barely breathing as if I forgot how,

Lost in the rapture of now.

I long for sweet scenes

Images forever singed into my memory,

Each sun that rises

Too must set

To return once more like a welcoming friend

Sunshine smiles warming my skin

Scent of tropical oils on air

Hanging on a dream

Come true.