In pursuit of an image

Adrift on still water

blue below and above the scattering

of thoughtless clouds meandering

across the mind

of a gazing soul-searching

for images within.

Floating I stare into each group

hearing the distant rumble of thunder on the sea

but here in this world, my cocoon a plastic shell

moving like an autumn leaf on gentle waves

I see all I desire in my mind’s eye.

White swans dip gracefully and dragons do battle

while farther away a heart almost becomes whole

before slipping in behind the larger looming formation

lost for a moment except for in my inner camera.

I hear only the sound of my breath

as the paddles dip into the shallow water

a solitary bird stands watching

perhaps wondering if we have the gift of a fish

or a morsel to tempt the tall feathered beauty

and we move silently past,

slipping away around the turn into a space

where the sky meets the water

and the white sand leads through grass

over into the wild blue

but I remain here in this quiet pool

cloud gazing while my mind gathers wool

of the sheep that forms

flying high and I have become

a small insignificant piece of this universal puzzle

rearranging shapes in white

like an artist dabs the sky

with an invisible hand.

100_1776.jpgOur kayaking trip around the Turtle Beach area began with the bluest of skies and within a half an hour, large bulbous clouds moved in to gift us with shade and some time to be able to sit and imagine what it was at any given moment above, shapes and sizes so immense making us feel so very small. Two and a half hours of non-stop paddling and my shoulders are letting me know about it all today. Peace and cloud gathering, Kim

In the light of a universe

I stood there cloaked in the light of a thousand stars,

glittering like rain that won’t fall

suspended above this questioning soul.

I reached up as if I,

a mere mortal,

could touch one,

as if I could reach so far to the heavens,

and the cool emptiness of my hands left me sad

although I understood,

the hollowness that sat within

like the weight of a hundred years

and I asked my questions to the silence

and only the echo

of a distant dog was heard in reply.

Such a solitary place it is within a star,

so far away and so many wishes

yet unable to answer

except in falling,

always so rare.

Pale glitter painted sky of my dreams,

touched by the brush of such a gifted hand

and as I sit here quietly watching

each day that plays out

I bless the clouds for keeping their distance

when I needed to see,

to feel so very deeply

this beautiful piece hung for my pleasure.


The ghost within

She sings songs of blue worlds

those never seen through these eyes

The view of lavender hue

whispers like ghosts long gone

returning in the passing dusk

to gently say hello again.

She sings of star filled skies

of phantoms that run in forests deep,

here then gone,

but she knows the truth

with each indent below of passing thought,

time holds nothing for long,

to the eye invisible but souls ride winds

playfully reaching through words and design

to mark their presence

on waiting hearts.

He captures light in boxes

perhaps not seeing the entire shade

of her favorite colors in the box of his crayons,

he weaves effortlessly the magic

Like a modern Van Gogh

of starry nights and twinkling light melting

and her heart smiles for the pretty things ,

for the simple grace of love.


gorgeous photo sent to me by my father. Stunning, and the colors I adore and words that made my heart smile. Thank you Serenity.