Portraits Poetry Series #66: When Ownership Returns

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…

Above All the Noise, a poem

    I don’t know if I should have seen it coming – like a freight train in perfect view, racing toward my muddled form and yet I still stand there, frozen – as if I have nowhere else to go. My breaths reek of my own impermanence each one a stilted moment crawling across…

Whispered Thoughts: We Can Make History

  Our memories linger in the days now past.  What once started out as hopes and dreams have led us here.  Of those that lived before us, perhaps some believed their thoughts and actions were insignificant.  Perhaps some were, but others paved the paths that we now tread.  They would not let go of hope…

Photography: Garden Dreams in Black and White (Post #1)

I’m rather chipper today.  Despite still having bookshelves to build and messes to clean – it has been a good day.  Yep, we are stuck indoors but it seems rather hot out there, so that is a good thing.  I don’t know if I mentioned it here or not, but at the end of the…

Caught Between Seasons, a poem

  Spring tantalizes Warmth that permeates Through weathered skin The arched back of longing Awaits And rebirth slowly creeps Across the landscape and across our hearts. We begin to cleanse, to salvage what was lost in winter’s deep sleep and awaken with eyes anew where sunrise and sunsets gasp their fabulous display and we finally…

Lost in the Scent of Another Garden (Post #3)

Today I am again sharing another view from another garden.  I seriously could never tire from their beauty.  I wonder what shenanigans I would get into if I actually lived right next door to the gardens.  Even I have dreams of living in a log cabin somewhere in the woods, surrounded by its natural beauty….

Lost in the Scent of Another Garden (Post #2)

Another garden post.  My husband has been busy with work this year so we have yet to go hiking.  It has been rather hot, so I don’t know that I would complain.  For me, the best time to go hiking is in the fall, where the weather does not impede on your enjoyment and you…

Never the Same, a poem

  I am not going to be the same tomorrow nor am I the same I was last week for I strive I strive to be the woman I deserve to be. Stretching – beyond the hurt reaching – beyond what many see this is me this is me recovering from the wounds my love…

Portraits Poetry Series #65: Where Dreams May Fly

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 & a Poem: There’s No Proper Way to Hold Your Head

I thought I’d share some photographs of one of the prettiest flowers I have ever known, the anemone.  Every year I go to the gardens, I am entranced by her beauty.  It does not matter whether she is holding her head this way or that – she breathes beautifully.   I think of this and…

Guiding Light, rhymed poetry

Quite a while ago, I mostly wrote only in rhymed poetry.  For me, I was a stickler for well-rhymed poems.  I could not enjoy forced rhyme.  So, if a rhyme did not work… instead of just using it as-is, I would have to work to make a new rhyme which often changed the original intent…

The Value of Little Things, a poem

  She crouches near the water’s edge, bare feet hug the smooth edge of large rocks they feel cool beneath her feet though the day is warm. She crouches in the shadows of trees that overhang the river and she waits while her water jug fills. Slow, is the process – but it allows for…