Lessons in Spring, a poem

  Her tears were watercolors, awash across the plains where fields dwelled, unplowed fortresses of earth waiting for spring. After the rains came, the earth gave birth to color: fields of swaying shades of green, outstretched azure skies, the golden sun laying its gaze on the elegance of yellow, white, and purple wildflower displays sighing…

the past is just the past, a poem

  The past is just the past I say… don’t let the anger wash over you, refuse to let the pain ease its way into your heart. Is it not enough – it once held power over you? For some things we must learn to let go. Like the waters continually washing over the stone…

Reverse Nonet: Hope Sprouted Wings

  Wrote another Reverse Nonet.  I really love this type of poems, but rarely get a chance to write them.  I am going to have to remember to write them more often…   Hope Sprouted Wings   I have wings she whispered, come see me fly watch the breeze take me lift me higher than…

I walk this side of hunger, a poem

  I tend to walk this side of hunger – a constant, fervent push toward each last breath as though it may be my last. Each touch a moment held, in warmth, lingering in the conscious then the subconscious and later, spilling upon the page when the words are necessary. The scent of each moment…

Finding the Lessons, a poem

  The words wept from the depths of her soul swirling, churning visualizations of angst, lacing themselves between the syllables. She did not moan she did not cry but she expressed. She laid bare the feelings, turning them in her fingers, examining their crevices. She tried to understand learn grow and perhaps to delay the…

Photography: Mountain Wonders (Post #1)

Quite some time ago, we spent a week up in the mountains in Snowmass, Colorado.  We enjoyed hiking each and every day, often leaving early morning and returning by dinner time.  It was incredibly joyful for all of us and I can only imagine how amazing it would be to be as active all the…

Weathered with Age, a poem

  The barn sits in the corner Of the property Sloped roof, full of snow The paint has worn thin And what once shined brightly, Is now a dull gray with age. My, how things change. . . The wind whistles eerily through the wood siding and though I am alone, the past whispers grainy…

Portraits Poetry Series #71: Resigned to Her Fate

In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image. With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had…

Portraits Poetry Series #70: The Absence of Relevance

In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image. With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had…

Photography: Her Beauty Entrances Me Still (Part #1)

Quite some time ago, I told you we went up to the mountains in Snowmass, Colorado for a short long trip right before school started.  Sadly, it was the last time I have held my camera… but she is off to the camera store as we speak, so hopefully she will be returned to me…

Just a Quick Update…

  I am sure at least some of you may have noticed things went quiet over here for a while.  I’d love to say I was on vacation, soaking in the sun on some remote beach somewhere exotic.  Ahh, the ability to dream!   In all actuality, as soon as the season crawled in, we…

The Less Traveled View

Last week’s Photography Challenge at The Daily Post was: Experimental.  I think that is the gist of most of my photography… although I guess you could say it’s really not that experimental compared to some.  I guess it is all in how we see things.  It is not so much that I seek to be…