The swimming pool. / Pristine, chlorinated blue / And just us two.
Written for Father’s Day
“Waahoooo!” shouted Danny excitedly as he neared the top of the hill. Sandy and I were right on his heels. Suddenly he just stopped. We n…
Trials of a family vacation….
Sun illuminating / Emerald green sea / Swimming in inviting water / Her sparkling eyes / His broad shoulders / Hand in hand / He kissed her ey…
Thank you Colin for this beautiful REMEMBER PARADISE photo..a true inspiration Please check out my friend COLIN TOBIN’s other awesome artwork on the RB /
Someone’s footprints watch the stars, leaving me across the wet sand.
His body’s built like a God but it moves this isn’t marble
Woman watches early morning swimmer.
Yes who would have thought that ...
this may not have anything to do with your group but it is something we shoul dall be aware of…. / If it is rejected I will understand…..
He’d heard of the robberies but they’d never affected him. Sure Narrate Yolk down the road had lost her oh so precious jewels, but that w…
Chapter 1: A true story of an old man who walks with a gait. But who knows his real name? Careful reflection may reveal more than meets the eye.. Next chapter (2): Rani Ricked Visits Mama Whets-Town
Darren’s picture draws this cry from me / perhaps we will learn to be water wise eventually!
Darren’s picture draws this cry from me / perhaps we will learn to be water wise eventually! / Chookas! ♥
Choose your swimming hole!
Inspired by this awesome Billabong photo by the wonderful Ms Julie Anne Grattan / So strip off wade in and relax! ♥
I love the last warm days of autumn – and yes I’d be in this pond in a flash! / Can you hear the whoop echo with the splash?
A stunning image from Mr Joseph Valcourt brought memories flooding back to me of playing in a river with canoes and such … [not so long ago only about 2 years since last I took scouts canoing! ☺] / Enjoy! ♥
HE HAD STEEL BLUE EYES AND BLACK BLACK HAIR AND I WAS IMMEDIATELY IN LOVE.
Thanks ever so much to the Backyard Art group and moderators for the feature of my backyard, i’m very pleased and this has made my alread…
She walks past him every other day / For two and a half years she greets … sometimes pauses for a brief exchange … and carries on goin…
inspired by the perpetual human dynamic … like a pendulum swinging between extremes … between the grip of fear and the release of love … it is all around, in every single interaction
A name is just a name / I wear a veil as my disguise / I’ve come to explore and experiment / Not sure if that is wise I want to test the …
I originally posted this poem under another bubble name….when I first started writing I decided it was a good idea to have an anonymous name on here to experiment with my writing, I suppose fear of failure, perhaps also fear of exposing myself, my inner feelings….. well after a while I decided it was too much work running two bubble accounts. I decided to bite the bullet post all my work under ‘my’ name regardless of whether or not I was any good, worse case being I would stop writing and only post my pictures… so I closed the other account and moved some work across… so pleased I did and now all my work, good or bad, goes under my own name…. wigs I’m sharing this as it is the only one I haven’t moved over, and I quite liked it… it was my way of letting everyone know that they knew me, but didn’t….
Why do you have to go / So soon? / You’re only 95.
My father in law, James, is in hospice care, near death. We visited him yesterday and this is my response. I love him dearly.
Armored, Flashing and Bright, like Knights of Olde… Braving hungry teeth and wicked claws. Press on! Be Bold!
Each Who Sings Now? poem is inspired by a Teacher found in Nature; tree, stone, animal, plant, etc. All Our Relations are still willing to teach anyone willing to gratefully listen. Nothing is ever truly lost as long as there is still someone willing to look for it. Can you guess who is singing?
You came back and ran into the water, / I was already there swimming with oysters / you opened my mouth and deposited / as very harsh grain…
She is waiting for him sometimes.. / not a longing that is tired, / but one that catches her breath at times / locked in a meditative demean…
I am connecting this piece to the image below which carries the name: / The Path To My Lover / / . / Everyday, the lover within is honing in on all that brings me clarity and purpose in attaining more understanding and access to allowing my point of attraction to shine. / . / This is about memories and moments and it is about observations that occur. Ain’t life grand? From one day to the next we have the opportunity to breath deep the contrast that is developing more and more clarity around our desires for expanding who we are in our ever loving Life. . / Lovingly, / for NOW. / Linaji
Light night walks in fields / Bound books and feeling cherished / Cherry pie and cream / Dreams of a boy called Danny / Oh to be there forev…
This is the first of a series I am doing on exploring the teen years. I am just choosing my most vivid memory of each teen year. / When I was thirteen I visited my Aunt Ellen in Warrenpoint in Ireland for twelve unforgettable weeks.
He struts peacock values, / Eyes all over his body intrusive / Special occasion happens every day / Here witness his practiced illusion H…
I was inspired by this image created a couple days ago / / HE WILL FOLLOW HER OUT
A fixture of impermanence, / perpetually undone. / An errant shirt on the breeze / (rise and fall as colors run) / head down, head up / no st…
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i wish for you near. / binaural azimuth- / toss / your / vowels / upon / my mess… / bodies dressed less. / sink / deep / with / me… / board my…
This just flowed out of me on another one of my late late nights…. / I was in miss of a sleeping body beside me. / maybe / thats / why / i don’t / do much / sleeping…?
How is it? feeling so much love / when I see her smile / when I touch his hand / when he writes me into his lines / revealing soul wishes…
I have done, been and am being more than I ever dreamed of before. / My new friends touch me deeply / My old ones feel like the best pair of shoes (and that is the best compliment I could ever give anyone!lolo) / My niece keeps me on my toes and brings me so much joy I really cannot convey. / Merry Merry everyone, my life’s expanding joy sometimes just blows my mind!!!
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