Time grew knarly figments, tossing them into the weeping pool. Unwary Travelers who happen by can be seen dipping their cups and sipping …
Time and souls are bound together. Without both life would be nothing more than a series of events. The quality of existence would diminish.
decisions yes…decisions no / decide against what you don’t know / up or down…left or right / wait for the dark long for the light / seconds b…
Inspired by Kimmy’s writing…”Unspoken”....I asked my daughter to listen to this writing and give me her first impression…hers was..”I’m confused”...lol If that is your impression..I’m sorry in advance….My thanks to Kimmy…,me thinks she’ll understand…:O)
Night as old as time. Why did everything begin with night, with the darkness?
The enemy’s delusion is thick / so walk by faith and not by sight
In my grove i do lay / on this lazy, mystical day. / Many creatures come out to play / and my thoughts they do stray…. So let me please…
and love and hate coexist…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
who guided us to kindness…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
He reached for his mug of tea and realized he’d forgotten it. The thought of pulling his body and the bundle of bedcovers from his chair …
Minutes pass ~ Seconds Swirl … oh the noise!
I study my monitor and think, “She captured the decisive moment.” Soft shadows drape a distant snow covered mountain, with pine trees lea…
Luck is not always the major factor in capturing a dynamic nature photograph.
never so near, / never so far away… / vision clears as impasse falls below; / loosened grasp, nightmares fade… / lightened up, our futur…
from ‘Fruit of Dreams’
“Reality is a game of illusion, deception”… “The trickster (an archetype, a boundary dweller) exists to question, to cause us …
Formal description for my ‘Multifaceted Series’ work, exhibited in the Light Time and Facade Group Exhibition at Sugarama Gallery, Mourilyan.
*...morning sunlight melts the mountains / in a blaze of future’s breath, / as we drift into a ‘dream’, / cradled by the golden sands / of…
from “Fruit of Dreams’
Beauty surrounds me / Nature at it’s best / The canvas is clean and pure
I wrote this last September (2008) and had it posted next to a photo. I don’t really know why I never “loaded” it as a writing. I hope you enjoy!
The fields of one eclipsing dawn retreat / Beneath the edge of foul intent for blood, / Where on horizons shelf, thy ends it seeks / And tho…
A little existential sonnet for your reading pleasure (or not, if you don’t like this sort of heavy thing) ;)
The farm / and the porch light hums / the sound of another / orange dawn. Burnt up – crisp / aching new reaches / of the imag…
A little something on how it all spins around, life upon it’s endless wheel; endlessly playing/recording- lifetime’s living in all times, all when’s, all where’s, all at once. This is my definition of time.
Time is so small. / Small enough to cast no shadow, / long enough to outlast the stars. / Each minute enough to warp a memory / into another’…
Just me going on about time again. Tick-tock, says the clock; heavily dipped in metaphor (just the way i like it).
If I could turn my every waking moment / into fully awake, / we would finally know the answers / to every unanswered Why. As Gods, we wou…
The waking of Love…what else?
I. 22 years old. / The grooves of the red river still fresh / upon my plum-white cheeks. / Reborn amid the scraping dignitaries of the NY…
This is a true story. This happened on my first ever trip to NYC, and it was then, with this happening that i realized how asleep most people are to what is right in front of their faces; but also how one moment in transit can change two lives forever. I will never forget that old woman’s face, and the sheer, exquisite gratitude written upon it. man, that was so sad and wonderful. I’ll never forget it.
The distant clang of a door shutting, a guard on patrol. / The light echo of footsteps on the level above. / A cough from the cell a few d…
This is my first ever collaboration. A friend of mine has a penpal in a US Jail (from a website listing such) and wanted to write a poem for him. I have been advising her but leaving her to write it. / Karen has struggled so I worked with her idea and details. / This is the result.
Thursday mourning Wednesday’s Song
stolen words / spoken without speaking / reach across an ocean of space / searching for your heart
pour vous. / 29 august 2009.
i put my hand – on the clock face; / feel it tick past – the Small Hours / shudder – gently at the passing – of Time / cutting Life – into …
a fragment… / 24 august 2009.
If ye beseech the quest for time to come / before the last of all ye days are waste, / then what of snow that drips on birthing plumb - / wi…
A sonnet. I do love sonnets.
I can then let go I don’t need much you are in my life
From July 11th 2008 / somehow ended up in my Journal re surfaced
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